#stand to pee device

[i-want-it-all-or-nothing-at-all]

Why you should NOT purchase an STP device

This is advice for newly out transmasculine people, particularly ones who plan to use men's public restrooms. I've been out for 10 years, and I want to share my experience with the next generation. Here are some things I wish I knew when I first came out:

1. STPs can be expensive. They were more expensive when I first came out, but still, if you're a broke kid or broke young adult or broke anyone, you have to think carefully about what you spend your money on. When I came out, I was lucky enough to have fairly masculine women's clothes to wear, but some people buy a whole new wardrobe, including chest binders. You may spend money on changing legal documents, and that can cost hundreds or thousands of dollars depending on the document and the government you live under. Medical care may also be hundreds or thousands of dollars for you, depending on your insurance. Many companies who make STPs are also in the U.S., and if international shipping rates apply to you, that's an additional expense. If there's something you can go without, it's definitely an STP.

2. I had to buy half a dozen STPs before I found the right one for me, and this is very common. When you read through reviews, one common thing people say is "This is the best one I've tried so far" or "this is not as good as the one I already own." Also, I'm 5 foot tall, so I struggled to find something small enough to look natural, fit comfortably between my somewhat thick thighs, and hold enough liquid that I could use it without spills. If I had bought the right one the first time, I would have saved close to a thousand dollars. The reality is that you will probably have to buy multiples before you find the right one for you.

3. Plenty of cis guys use the toilet to pee and avoid urinals. The privacy is very nice to have. Having an STP is not likely to meaningfully help you pass if that's your primary reason for wanting one. Everyone's life is different, but I've personally never been in a situation where having something realistic would have helped me pass in front of cis men staring at my naked body, and even the most realistic (and expensive) ones aren't that realistic. Other than at the doctor's, I'm not in situations where I am naked in front of strangers, ever. But more importantly, my preferred STP would never allow me to pass. It's designed to be functional, not realistic, and in my experience, the ones that focus more on being functional are better. You'll be in situations where you want to be able to use it to pee much more often than situations where you want it to look realistic if your life is anything like mine. Get on hormone blockers early if you can, or on T early. It makes a huge difference.

4. On the topic of passing. I thought an STP would help me pass. I was desperate to pass. But the reality is that no one is staring at our crotches most of the time. The truth is that, unless you were genetically blessed, your chances of passing are low if you aren't on T in most circumstances. Even once you're on T, if your genetics aren't in your favor with how T will affect you, you won't pass well. It's a truth I'm still wrestling with, still trying to accept about myself. I hate making phone calls because my voice is too feminine. Building muscle helps, too. I have a chronic pain disorder and a condition where my knees are deteriorating from my use of them, so heavy exercise isn't possible for me. My hips are wide, my voice is high, and that's just how it is.

5. Peeing standing up is not all it's cracked up to be. Not for me, at least. Half the urinals I've peed at have had urine all over the floor. I'm also not very good at convincing my body, which has been trained for years to pee only sitting down, that peeing while standing is fine, actually. Not to mention, I never feel 100% empty when I pee standing up. Having to control your stream is also a pain. It takes me three times as long to pee as the cis men around me. I've learned to just deal with it, but early on, it made me feel like I stood out like a sore thumb. If your dysphoria is bad, the stress of doing something so public may worsen it for you.

Now, for those of you who can afford an STP comfortably and want to know what I use, it's the Flip-N-Tuck. It took some getting used to since the way you wear it is different from anything I had used before. I like that you can wear it with any underwear. I think the shape, size, and length of the urine cup are great. I wish the shaft could be a bit longer, but I think that would interfere with how it packs. Using it has a big learning curve, but not in the way other STP devices do. The positioning of the urine cup was super easy for me, but it might have to do with the fact that I've used so many other STP devices before this one. What is awkward about it is flipping it. It involves a lot of moving things around down there, which is why I prefer to use it when the urinals have a divider. It makes peeing take a bit longer, but it's worth it to me since I feel so confident I won't have any accidents with it. Confidence that I won't pee all over myself goes a long way to getting my muscles to relax so I can actually pee. However, my very favorite thing about the Flip-N-Tuck is that it doesn't go between my thighs. I find that way more comfortable with my thick thighs, though it would be even more comfortable if the balls were smaller or just nonexistent. I find their presence unnecessary.

However, the Flip-N-Tuck is $165 plus shipping on the FTM Essencials website, a very pretty penny for anyone on a budget. For a more budget friendly option that I also had no accidents with and fit between my thighs well enough, I recommend something like the Number One STP, which is $52 plus shipping on the same website. Rigid is always better for peeing if you ask me. The biggest issue with the Number One STP is that it's not at all like a packer. You're going to want it very between your legs because you'll look like you have a weird bulge. The thing is, rigid generally is better for peeing while softness is generally better for packing. That's the genius of the Flip-N-Tuck to me. It's rigid, but the flipping makes it still tuck well. Regardless, you may still not have $52 plus shipping to spare.

The TLDR is that there are so many better things you could spend your money on than an STP device. They are the farthest thing from an essential.

[translgbtq]

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[goodmorningmistermagpie]

its so funny that the save the princess game title gets shortened to stp

makes me think of. penice.

[transvicquemare]

sorry to stp (video game) fans but i will always read it as stand to pee

[i-like-gay-books]

sorry but i was just scrolling pinterest and

shein?? wyd girl???

[jobean12-blog]

Work It Out

Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader (modern day au)

Word count: 900

Summary: You’ve been away for the weekend on a work trip and when you return but don’t contact Joel immediately he worries.

Author’s Note: the pic below nearly ended me. His arms are just🥵🔥 I just had to write a little something! Hope you enjoy! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always❤️❤️❤️divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy🥰

Warnings: Joel is worried about you but he’s soft about it, implied sexy times, fluff

Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist

He steps off the treadmill and grabs the towel dangling from the handrail, mopping the sweat from his face.

Dropping to the mat he gives himself a few minutes to recover before working through a set of core exercises.

He would never admit that keeping busy without you would mean daily visits to the gym to work out the restless need he felt.

How many more hours?

Once his abs are burning, he gets to his feet and moves to the bench press. But instead of lying down, he slips his phone out of his pocket for the hundredth time.

Eleven thirty.

You should be home by now. Why hadn’t you text or called yet?

With a hard swallow he lays back and tries to focus on the exercise but when his phone buzzes on the floor he jerks up and grabs it, sighing when he sees it’s Tommy calling.

He doesn’t bother to answer, knowing he’ll just be extra grumpy and instead scrolls to your name. His finger hovers over the button and then he curses under his breath and nearly chucks the device across the gym.

He’ll give you another half hour. After that he’s going to check on you.

The drive back had been slow and boring, just like the whole weekend of work. They never made these conferences any fun and you were so ready to sleep in your own bed with Joel.

Your phone is nearly dead when you walk through your door and you drop it onto the coffee table, planning to plug it in and call Joel as soon as you pee.

Tiredness takes over quickly and you shuffle to the kitchen, searching for something to eat. When you have a snack in hand you head back to the couch and grab your phone, seeing that the screen is black.

Where is your charger? Most likely buried somewhere in your bag.

You’ll just close your eyes for a minute then get up and get it.

Joel sits for maybe ten seconds after he makes the second call and it goes to your voicemail then he vaults off the bench and out of the gym, his hands unsteady as he looks for the keys for his pickup.

“Fuck.” He turns in a dizzying circle, finding nothing, and willing his phone to make some noise.

“Where the fuck are you baby?” he says to himself as he finally spots his keys and heads for the truck.

You wake to the sound of your door being practically kicked in and jackknife off the couch, screaming so loudly the neighbors must hear.

You’re probably being robbed.

Wakefulness collides with reality, and you start to focus.

You’re not being robbed. Not unless some sweaty, almost six-foot, grumpy guy with narrowed eyes has fallen on really tough times.

“Joel?”

He doesn’t move, he just stares at you, chest heaving with heavy breaths.

“You never answered my call. Didn’t even ring. Right to voicemail.”

“What?”

He swallows hard, his voice rough.

“You were supposed to call me as soon as you got in. I never heard and then I couldn’t get through…”

All at once, his words click, and you slowly stand.

“Oh, Joel baby, I’m sorry. I just wanted to sit for a minute. My phone died and I was going to plug it in. The drive made me so sleepy…”

He lets out a loud exhale and then without warning, barrels toward you like a missile to scoop you into his arms.

Instantly, he buries his face in your neck and breaths deeply, gathering you closer.

“Did you break any laws getting over here?” you ask, a smile playing on your lips.

“Probably all of them but I don’t give a shit. I was worried.”

Your arms wrap around his neck, and you inhale against his skin, letting the combination of soap and sweat seep into your body.

He walks you over to the couch and turns to sit down heavily. You have no choice but to wrap your thighs around his hips and straddle him on the couch.

Your cheek lays against his warm shoulder and you lift your fingertips to dance along his bare arm, tracing along the muscles that are flexed tightly with the way he’s holding you.

“I missed you,” he whispers.

You lift your head to make eye contact, momentarily silenced by the look of pure, undiluted adoration in his eyes.

“I missed you too.”

His attention falls to your mouth, and he leans in, finding the pulse at the base of your neck and spreading warm air across your fluttering skin, kissing you there.

Slowly, torturously, his lips move all the way to your ear. “Shower with me.”

You give him a little sniff and a playful smile.

“Very funny,” he deadpans, shifting so you can feel him between your legs.

You let out a gasp.

His head moves and his lips graze yours, holding the position without kissing you for a beat and you nod, your mouth brushing his.

He stands from the couch with you in his arms, walking toward the bathroom and letting you slide down his body until your feet touch the floor where he crowds you against the wall.

“So soft,” he praises in your ear as his fingers delicately trace the skin on your stomach just above your pants.

Your nails dig into his biceps, and you thrust your hips toward his, chasing the feel of his body.

“Don’t rush me angel,” he murmurs into your skin. “I wanna savor every gorgeous inch of you.”

[muwapsturniolo]

I was all over her ⋆.˚ M. Sturniolo

"N-no...No girls or guys...I don't uhh - girls don't really look at me."

⟢No smut, loner!Matt, tiny bit of asshole!Matt as well as angst. Deep convos and vaping, that’s it me thinks

@adornedwithlight for divider!

Pursuit of Happiness

That was the song currently blasting throughout the house of a random person Matt didn’t know.

He had been dragged here by his brother Chris, the younger boy claiming that a girl he was talking to asked him to come and bring people. Matt didn’t know why Chris brought him out of all people—he wasn’t the party type, nor was he a good wingman.

He tried to enjoy the party, he really did, but this wasn’t his style.

The loud music, bodies bumping into each other like sardines in a can, the excessive drinking—he preferred more chill, laid-back settings.

Hence, why he escaped to the bathroom filled with balloons and laid in the tub.

It was a weird hiding spot, but it brought him comfort. Chris didn’t even notice he had disappeared. No one did. He liked to think it was his own superpower.

He let out a deep sigh as he closed his eyes, humming along with Cudi as the balloons lay on top of him like a blanket.

Suddenly, the music got louder for a split second, the door opening and closing as a voice was heard.

“Pee, I have to pee so bad. No more drinks for me, unless it’s an Angry Orchard. I fucking love app—it’s occupied.”

The girl nearly jumped out of her skin, wincing softly as her side hit the corner of the counter.

The two stared at each other, one with wide eyes and the other in annoyance.

“Can you get out?” Matt asked right away. He didn’t mean to be harsh, but he wanted to be alone and not with some random girl.

“Bro, I really have to pee. I damn near made a puddle on the couch. I promise I’ll be quick!” For extra flair and a way to convince him, she clenched her legs together and did the ‘pee dance.’

“Is she being serious?” Matt thought to himself. He let out a huff of frustration and lazily motioned toward the toilet, looking back down at his lap covered in balloons to give her some privacy.

After a few seconds, he noticed the silence in the small space. He side-eyed her and saw her sitting on the porcelain throne with a sheepish look.

“Are you going to pee or…?”

“Sorry... I’m pee shy.”

He groaned loudly and ran his hands down his face in frustration. “Just close the curtain! It’ll help me pretend you aren’t here!”

The boy in the tub yanked the curtain with force, the sound of tinkling immediately being heard. He tried to ignore the sound, thinking about everything else besides this moment.

As he got lost in his head, he missed the sound of toilet paper, the flushing, and the washing of hands.

She went to leave the bathroom, her hand just a centimeter away from the knob, when suddenly, she thought about something.

Matt’s eyes flashed open when the curtain was yanked back, the girl standing tall over him.

“Do you have a vape?”

He sighed as he reached into his pocket for the small device, handing it to her and mumbling to himself. He could have told her no and to get out, but he figured letting a stranger hit his vape for a few seconds wouldn't cause any harm.

Except it wasn't just a few seconds.

The girl smiled and settled down on the floor next to him, hitting the fruity-flavored air and blowing it out.

They sat in silence for a few minutes before she finally spoke, “What are you doing in here away?”

She handed him back the vape, watching as he took his own hit before exhaling.

“Don’t like parties…”

“So why are you here then? And what’s your name?”

For some odd reason, Matt couldn’t answer her question or at least the first half of it. He decided to avoid it altogether, deflecting by asking her the same question.

“What’s your name?”

She smiled at him, her body leaning more against the tub.

“Trouble.”

He raised a brow at the name. He could tell it wasn’t her real name, but in an odd way, it fit her perfectly.

“So, are you going to tell me your name now? Or am I going to have to play hangman to figure it out?” He found himself chuckling softly at her question, the idea of teasing her and having her guess being too good to pass up.

“Guess.”

“I’m just going to call you Blue.”

His brows furrowed at the name. Why would she call him that?

“Blue?”

She shrugged as she plucked the vape from his hands once again. “Yup, Blue. Blue eyes, you’ve got a blue balloon on your lap... plus you give off blue vibes.”

He wasn’t sure what she meant by ‘blue vibes,’ but he took it as a compliment. He takes the time to examine her, processing her choice of clothing and how she looks.

She had on an oversized sweater that was a bit random, between the blue skulls with eyes and the two bands 'Nirvana' and 'Smashing Pumpkins' on it, he didn't know if he liked it or hated it. She paired the oversized sweater with a pair of ripped fishnets and a pair of beaten-up platform Converse on her feet.

Her hair was slicked up into two balls of curls, a few stray pieces hanging down and framing her face.

She didn't look like all the girls attending the party. He didn't mean it in a degrading way, he meant that she was different - in a good way.

"So why don't you like parties?" She asks the question once again, hoping to get a different answer. He already stated he doesn't like parties, and she understood that, but she wanted to know the reason.

Matt shrugs, leaning his back against the wall and propping his legs up in the tub. "Don't know really... I think I like parties but not ones like this. It's too packed, too loud and hot. The music is ok, but I don't even know whose house or party this is."

"Bonnie."

He turns and looks at her with a questioning brow, hoping she will elaborate. "Bonnie, it's her birthday party. I know her, but not that well. Honestly, she's kind of a bitch, but she's friends with my best friend, so I got dragged along. Not complaining though, Bonnie has some good alcohol and-"

Matt watches her as she rambles. He usually hated when people talked too much for no reason, especially when he didn't want to talk. But for some reason, he found her rambles enjoyable. Maybe it was because she was odd herself, maybe it was because she acknowledged his existence and actually sat to talk to him.

"My brother, Chris, dragged me here because he likes some girl and she invited him. He didn't want to come alone, so I was dragged out of bed, and now here I am."

"Who's the girl?"

Matt shrugs and runs a hand through his hair, adjusting his body so he is actually facing the girl on the other side of the tub. "I don't know. if I'm being honest, I really don't care. Chris finds a new girl what seems like every other day, I'm done trying to keep up."

The girl known as Trouble hums in acknowledgment, resting her arms on the rim of the porcelain tub.

"Well, what about you?"

"Well, what about me?"

"Any girl in your life? Maybe guys? I'm not one to judge."

Matt could feel his face getting warm, his eyes darting down at the balloon-filled tub. "N-no...No girls or guys...I don't uhh - girls don't really look at me."

"What do you mean?"

He shrugs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck before resting his head on the edge of the tub, the girl following suit. "I don't know...I think I'm invisible to most people, like they see me, but they don't see me, you know? usually, I enjoy that, not being seen and being able to be alone and with myself, but sometimes it's a curse. You get lonely, but you get used to it... Then when they do see me, it's like I don't match the version of me in their head, I somehow fuck up, so once again, m'left alone."

Silence settles over them for a moment, Matt realizing he rambled and expressed too much, it wasn't something he was used to doing.

" I see you...."

Her soft words cause Matt to turn and look at her, his expression one of nirvana.

Truth be told, these two strangers didn't know each other, they just met and yet, a mutual understanding is had, a connection is being formed - a deep connection.

It seems like time grows slower, the world moving in slow motion as their faces inch closer. The muffled music and voices from the outside created an odd sense of tranquility in the dimly lit bathroom.

There was no urgency in the moment, the two strangers that seemed to be growing closer at an accelerated pace, teetering on the edge as their lips ghosted each other, their breath fanning over the other's face.

Just before their lips could meet, the bathroom door swung open, a guy standing at the entrance. He misses the way trouble and blue jerk away from each other, their eyes wide and hearts beating wildly.

"There you are! I've been looking for you forever. Party is almost over, let's go."

Matt watches with longing as the girl stands up, giving him one last glance as she leaves with the other boy.

After a few seconds, he stands up quietly, the balloons in the tub flying up and spilling over. He moves towards the sink, gripping the counter as he stares at the reflection in the mirror.

He couldn't help but feel a dull ache in his chest, the loneliness settling in once more.

Who was that stranger that came to get her? Was that her boyfriend? If so, why did they almost kiss if she was taken?

Why doesn't he feel bad about the potential kiss?

He sighs and rubs over his face.

They didn't makeout, yet he was all over her.

[cookinguptales]

oh my god, I might literally throw a party. I might literally buy myself a cake tonight. thank you, thank you, thank you, Pete Buttigieg.

things that have happened to me specifically while flying american:

being asked to stand in a very long line to check my bag before they'd let me have access to a wheelchair

not being picked up by an attendant in time to get to my flight despite arriving over two hours early

being loaded into a broken accessible bathroom. the door wouldn't close all the way so my naked body was visible to people in the terminal.

being refused restroom access at all, sometimes for hours at a time. I'd say that this one happens about 80% of the time when I fly, especially when getting off the plane.

being denied stops for food at the airport as well

being left outside a restroom for over an hour because the attendant straight-up left. I had to TWEET AT THE AIRPORT FOR HELP because I knew being public was the only thing that would work.

being left on plane for over 45 minutes for the same exact reason. once off the plane, I was left at the gate for an additional hour. my parents, waiting for me at baggage, were frantic. a gate agent got into a screaming match with a wheelchair attendant. it was wild.

having a wheelchair attendant harass me about my homosexuality the entire time they took me through the airport; I'd just come from pride and had an identifying t-shirt. I couldn't get away from them or their lectures about being a good christian.

never being collected for a connecting flight, forcing me to walk or miss the flight. I dislocated my shoulder trying to get there.

once I was loaded onto a shuttle but no one bothered UNloading me, so I had to bang on the glass to get passersby's attention

not being preboarded a solid... I'd say 20% of the time. this is important because preboarding means I don't need to stand for an extended period in a narrow aisle behind people putting their things away, and also provides me with additional space to put away my accessibility devices.

once this happened because the wheelchair attendant was late (as usual) and the gate attendant assured me they'd hold the line so the aisle would be clear. once I got down there, they refused to do this and wanted me to stand for 15 minutes, which would have been incredibly painful while holding my bags. I refused to board until the aisle was clear, so they started directing passengers around my wheelchair. it was only after a passenger straight up refused to board and blocked everyone else that the aisle was cleared and I was allowed to board.

I have also had passengers break rules to take me to the bathroom when I was literally weeping at the gate from how badly I needed to pee and how much I did not want to publicly wet myself. thank you to those passengers. (and the ones that yell that I need to be preboarded when they "forget" to do so.)

I've been told to get off the plane because my wheelchair was there, but got off the plane to find out that it wasn't -- and they wouldn't let me back on the plane. they wanted me to walk to baggage, but I couldn't. I sat down on the filthy floor of the bridge and wouldn't move until they brought a wheelchair, no matter how much they yelled at me and threatened me with security. what a fucking mess.

they have given away my seat near the front of the plane before and forced me to walk to the back of the plane. I was openly sobbing from the pain by the time I made it back there.

things that have happened while flying in general (TSA, other airlines, etc.):

(trigger warning for sexual assault)

TSA giving you the most invasive pat-downs you can imagine. if you remain in your wheelchair, often they will run their hands under your thighs, bottom, and genitalia. the weight of your own body means that I have had fingers part my outer labia through my pants. one I started crying during a pat-down because I am a survivor of CSA and they yelled at me then restarted the pat-down from the top.

I have had attendants refuse to help me with my belongings during security, instead insisting that I get out of the chair and do it myself

I have had security make me get out of the chair, then lose the chair until my legs gave out and I sat on the floor, which also got me yelled at

broken accessible bathrooms have happened at MULTIPLE airports.

delta has broken not one but TWO of my personal wheelchairs

once while boarding an attendant (who was already mad at me because I'd refused to walk up the steep tarmac ramp without wheelchair assistance) grabbed my cane while I was using it and I almost fell. I was never notified that this would be a tarmac boarding to begin with.

once, during a different tarmac boarding, they expected us to go down a flight of stairs, despite me being loaded onto the plane via wheelchair. I would not go down the stairs and they had to call for the lift to be brought. it took about a half hour, and the entire time the attendants kept asking me if I really needed it and wouldn't I just go down the stairs? like I was just being a recalcitrant child and not someone who's broken her ankle stepping off a curb before.

honestly the refusal to let me eat and pee is pretty universal, as is wheelchair attendants ghosting me, refusing to talk to me, acting like they're transporting luggage instead of a person, etc.

believe it or not, that is not an exhaustive list. they're just the first examples that come to mind. whenever I fly and it goes completely smoothly, that's more of a shock.

and like... it's dehumanizing. it really is. not being allowed to go to the restroom? having people refuse to talk to you? being abandoned in random hallways?

I'm always in so much pain after I fly, a fact that is generally worsened by poor treatment at the airport, and even the literal dislocations have hurt less than being treated like I'm less of a human person than my fellow passengers.

so uh. rock on, Buttigieg. fine them into fucking oblivion. I'll be cheering you on the whole way.

[byproducts-of-my-imagination]

Yandere Blue Lock (Bachira, Barou, Rin)

Mannn... Blue Lock is just so rife with yandere potential I cannot!!! It warms my ugly heart, watching them all slowly devolve into madness for the sole pursuit of one goal. Which is just how like I like my yanderes tbh, obsessively consumed by one thing and one thing only. There's rarely a sports anime where I am attracted to almost all the characters, but Blue lock hits some good spots I wasn't aware I had. These are just some thoughts for now, I will probably dedicate several posts to Reo alone in the near future. More coming soon as well

Bachira Meguru

Bachira has been unhinged since the very beginning. A monster in his head borne of loneliness voices his innermost desires and impulses. The monster whispers to him, telling him that you'd understand him, that you'd understand both of them. And really, how could he not want to have you?

He's a nasty boy and has no shame. Curious about everything and anything with no care for social boundaries. He'll invade your privacy, ask inappropriate questions and follow you into the bathroom to watch you pee just because he wants to know 'how it works for women'. There's a somewhat childlike wonder to him which makes it all the more unsettling as he makes eye contact with you while sniffing your panties, or jacking off to a very normal photo of you he snapped while you weren't looking.

He loves your eyes. Sometimes he can get hard just from making eye contact with you, and he loves any position where the two of you can look into each others eyes. He wants to lay you bare, to strip you of everything and see what's underneath, the deepest and darkest parts of you.

For him you're a never ending exploration that he'll never get tired of. He'll poke and prod you to get different reactions, and delights in every one of them.

"You're so beautiful." He lets out the most filthy, pornographic groan as his hands come down to squeeze your ass, pulling you apart to see inside you. You burn with shame, unable to escape his whims.

Barou Shoei

The king. Barou is a meticulous despot in every aspect of his life. It takes a while for him to develop positive feelings towards someone, much less love. But once he has his sights set on you, his feelings only grow stronger. There is no limit to the depth of his feelings for you. They overtake him, push him out of his comfort zone and force him to grow. His love swells and consumes to be all encompassing.

Once he makes up his mind there will be nothing to stop him. Now that he knows love, he will justify any means for his ends. Barou wholeheartedly believes in himself and his convictions, and if he wants you, you'll be his queen even if he has to force you to.

He'd keep you on a strict schedule and hold you to the highest standards. But honestly if you follow his rules well Barou is one the the most reasonable yanderes to be with. He allows you freedom and trust, as long as you uphold your role to his expectations. He's also not terribly clingy, and will leave you to your own devices while he is at practice.

About soccer, he is torn between wanting you in the stands and keeping you away from the other blue lock bastards. On one hand he loves to show off, as goals are just so much sweeter with you there to appreciate him and all his hard work. However, the other strikers cannot be trusted near you. Under no circumstances will he allow them to taint you, to allow them to bask in your presence.

Itoshi Rin

Rin has a terrible brother complex which extends into each part of his life, even his romantic relationships. His whole life has been spent practicing devotion.

You knew Sae first, met at school, were the barest of friends and moreso acquaintances. By chance you were partnered with him for a project, which the two of you completed as fast as possible in the Itoshi's living room. It was there that Rin saw you for the first time, dazzling and the center of Sae's attention. A deep jealously overtook him, a heavy longing to be in your place as Sae's equal. He wanted to have you, to be you. To crawl inside you skin and stay there forever and never feel inferior again.

Rin coveted Sae, and everything he had but never had he wanted something so much before in his life. So much of him is defined by his brother, and while it's agony for him, it's also his main drive in life. You'd be his biggest victory if he could only have you.

In the bedroom he likes to claim you, Rin lives to see your skin littered with bites and hickeys. Every inch of you will be constantly marked but it'll never be enough to soothe him. He never does anything halfway anyways. Touch starved and needy, he loves to destroy you, to control you and be inside of you. He's very possessive and it shows on your skin.

[puppyboyknot]

bladder control scenario where a transmasc who uses a STP device to use urinals has his STP taken away by the bladder controller, and then is taken out to coffee and told he is only allowed to pee using urinals today even though they both know he can’t use a urinal without the STP. the dom/me takes him out for drinks after and keeps him out of the house for hours and hours as he gets more and more desperate, to the point where he is genuinely considering trying to use a urinal without his STP. by the end of the day he has a rock-hard bladder and has to loosen his belt, and is sweating and desperate to not wet himself. when they finally get home he is only allowed to piss standing up and has to straddle the toilet and try not to miss or he knows he’ll get punished

[evilfrogcereal29]

Pizza guy!Nikto - Chapter 1

(ok... This is going to be like, maybe one of the most weirdly specific fanfics you've ever read. For context: I work at a pizza place IRL. Thats it. Thats the only context. I was at work and. Thought about Nikto working there too. That's all you need to know. Enjoy :]!!!

This is going to be a Nikto x GN!customer!reader, but reader is NOT introduced in this chapter.

Cw/tws: mentions of violence- including towards an animal! I think thats all? Enjoy :)!!

NOTE: all text in red & italics are Nikto's voices

Nikto was bored.

Retirement was miserable, and Nikto found himself restless day in, and day out. Unable to find peace while wasting away at home. Sure, he had lot's of retirement money, but he had this urge to work, to kill. He would give anything to be on a plane to another mission right about now, but he was too 'broken'. That's what they basically told him. Too mentally unwell to keep working. A hazard to his own team.

Heh.

What the fuck do they know? They don't know what goes on in his head. So what he broke that recruit's arm? They touched him when he warned them of the consequences. Or who cares that he hit one of his higher-up's service dogs with the buggy? It should've been servicing it's owner, not under the damn vehicle! He's not a danger, the other voices are!

Speaking of voices, they aren't reacting well either, metaphorically biting away at Nikto's psyche each day he did fucking nothing. He felt useless, and they reminded him of that. You idiot, you deserve your suffering for being the way you are. Broken. Broken little solider.

He still gets calls from his mates in the service, especially Krueger, who always makes sure to call as often as possible to keep the man updated on missions, even if they didn't concern him anymore. He suggested that Nikto pick up a part-time job, not for the money, but the work. God (and Krueger) only knows what Nikto's mind gets upto when left to its own devices.

Nikto scoffed at first, he didn't like the idea of working at some measley fast food job, he was above that. He crawled through the fucking trenches and ripped out the throats of women and men, and would be reduced to... What? Cleaning a fucking stove? Heating up processed foods for weak civilians? No. He wouldn't. The voices mocked him, this is what we've been reduced to? Patheic.

And then the rot set in.

Krueger had been very insistant on a visit the second he had time away from work, flying out to see Nikto even as the man ignored his texts and calls. He wasn't dead, Krueger knew that, but he also wasn't in a good place. He couldn't let his companion live like this pathetic slob. Cause that's exactly what he was becoming.

Water and alcohol bottles littered the floor, stacks on stacks of old, half eaten take-out. Junk that should’ve been tossed long ago created walled barriers throughout the house. It was a scene out of horders, and the smell was awful. Christ. Krueger was no clean freak, but this? He'd rather sleep next to corpses than this cesspool of rotting filfth, and in the middle of it all, sat his balaclava-ed, smelly friend on the sofa. Krueger grimmaced, taking careful steps. He nearly stepped on poor Sputnik, who had become content with spending her days lazying about, peeing in places without Nikto's knowledge, and eating off his leftover scraps of food, growing just as lethargic as her owner.

"Nikto... Scheiße..” he would almost be outraged at the man’s carelessness if he didn’t understand how the other functioned, without a job, without a purpose, Nikto was truly a nobody. He lifted the man’s head with a gentleness, an action only someone like Krueger could get away with, looking into those glazed-over icy blues.

“This is… this is bad Nikto..” he mutters, eyes filled with..love? Concern? Something Nikto wasn’t used to often. Nikto finally shows evidence of life as his eyes flicker up in wordless understanding. Krueger continues,

"I can't stand to see you like this. You can't stand being like this. I'm going to help you."

Krueger lifts his friend up, albiet with mild arguing and growling from the disguntled bear of a man that Nikto is. He sets Nikto's cheap laptop on his lap and types in job sites, which already has Nikto tense.

"Krueger- чёрт побери! you're acting like my fucking mother-"

"good, about time someone comes in and wipes your ass, if not yourself." Krueger grumbles, scrolling through the job offers, "what's your SNILS...?"

After a painstaking back and forth, and Krueger prying for all of Nikto's personal info, he sent in a few applications on his friend's behalf. Patting the other on the back as Nikto's thumbs rubbed at his temples, fighting back the urge to pulverize his only real friend. You really should, he's a nuisance...

"this is... Not ideal.." Nikto finally grumbles, finishing the last of some lukewarm whisky from the bottle.

"none of this is, meine freund, but this...Is worse." Noone has ever seen them like this, so...domestic. In reality, this was as hard for Krueger as it was for Nikto, The Alligence wasn't the same without the Russian, fighting wasn't the same. Krueger rested a hand on his shoulder.

"everything is going to change, can you try to change a little with it?"

Change? Krueger wanted him to change? Was that even possible? He'd been so set in his ways ever since the incident. But the look in Krueger eyes let Nikto know that there wasn't really a choice.

What are you kidding? You could change as far as you could throw a boulder! Never!

He sighed, deeply. His shoulders slumping miserably as he exhaled.

"fine. But If we don't like the job-"

"ja, ja, you don't have to stay. I get it. I can't make you." He interupted, waving his hand dismissively, "but don't just give up right away. Can you promise me that?"

Nikto hated making promises, he hated feeling like he owed anyone anything, he didn't take on debts or deals. Go ahead, make more promises you can't keep. We know the truth.

Yet here he was, being interviewed by an elderly couple, who pitied him for his past as a solider.

"me and Martha are going to see how you fair in the kitchen, and if that's turns out to be too overwhelming we can move you to a more simple job like delivery. Just bring the customers their pizzas." The eldery man said with an acknowledging smile.

He nodded to the man, Michael, reaching across the table to shake his hand, thanking him begrudgingly for this... 'Opportunity'. Thats damn well what it was, but Nikto didn't quite see it that way yet. As he left with a work shirt displaying the place's name and logo, he felt his heart drop. And a shrill, annoying voice invading his mind.

You are truely a fucking Развалюха. Good luck ever trying to live a normal life!

And now Nikto was worried.

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Hai :3 I hope you enjoyed this first chapter, I wanted to introduce reader in this first part but it was getting long and I also just wanted to get something out. There will be more chapters for this, but they might be kind of slow to come out😭 work takes up a LOT of my time tbh, but also working inspires me cause...yk pizza place setting so- its a double edged sword. But if you enjoyed pls like and reblog it means sm♥️♥️ ty for reading!!

And to the person who sent me an ask in my inbox about the relationship dynamics between NiktoKrueger + criminal!reader, I see u and ur creative vision, I started writing something today in response ;) just gimme some time!!!

Also an @ list for some mooties who I think would like to see this :3

@simp4konig @lizzy019 @fishsinsareacknowledged @zoloftwithdrawalnausea sorry If I missed anyone, lmk if you'd like to be tagged (or not tagged) in future chapters!!

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Are you transgender and scared of the future of America? Here is how you can keep yourself safe.

The results of this election are not at all what we expected or wanted them to be. While this is incredibly unfair and there is a strong likely hood that Trump cheated, we must move on. The government, and our country has failed us. The next four years are looking to be very dark for people of color, women, immigrants, queer and transgender people. These times are very frightening, but we still have time before things change. Trump will not be in office until inauguration day, which is Monday, the 20th of January 2025. While we do not know exactly what will happen to transgender people after Trump is in office, project 2025 is stated to remove protections of LGBTQ+ individuals.

So, what can transgender people in America do to stay safe in Trump's America? First, know the safety of where you live. Many states, even states that were red in this election, have laws that protect transgender individuals in hate crime laws, and how they regulate gender. Lgbtmaps is a wonderful resource to figure out if your state is safe. If you live in a state that is generally not safe for transgender people and moving somewhere safer (such as states in New England, New York, California etc.) is an option, you should do so now. For those that live in unsafe areas and cannot leave, you still have options.

If you are on HRT, consider stockpiling your hormones. Testosterone and estrogen can be purchased online. This site can show you how to get hormones online. IF you purchase hormones online, be cautious and do your research on the website you are purchasing from. If you can, use a prepaid visa card instead of a credit or debit card. Producing your own hormones is an option, but this should be a LAST RESORT option. Passing, though unnecessary in trans places, will become extremely important as aggression against transgender people becomes more rampant under Trump's reign.

For transgender men, consider binding using trans-tape or KT tape (around $5 at Walmart for the generic brand) instead of using a binder. Using tape is generally safer, you can wear it 24/7 without having to take binding breaks. If you decide to wear tape instead of a binder, watch a tutorial before using. Packing may also be necessary, using something as simple as a folded pair of socks can give the illusion of being male. Do not fear using the men's bathroom, most cisgender men are stupid don't know transgender men exist, let alone use their bathrooms. Using a 'stand to pee' device may be helpful, but most men do not think anything of a man peeing sitting down (if you are questioned, you have diarrhea).

For transgender women, you can wear a face mask in public if you have traces of facial hair, this can also help to disguise your voice. Tucking generally will make or break your passing, but you can wear loose clothing such as skirts and dresses as an alternative. Since I am not a transgender woman, I don't have all of the tips and tricks that transgender women might have, if you have specific questions for passing in female spaces there are resources such as the mtf subreddit where you can get advice from people who are in the same place you are.

This is also the time to change your name, and if possible, your sex, on your id and birth certificate. Changing your name is a relatively easy process in most states, and most states do not require publication of name change statements. Your state's government website should have information about how you can change your name. In 2022 and living in Massachusetts, it took me just a few days for my name change to be finalized, though this will differ based on where you live.

If you live in one of the twenty-five states that allows it, you can even amend your birth certificate to show your preferred sex without even having sex reassignment surgery! This process, at least for me, was somewhat of a lengthy process but the result is your future employers never needing to know that you are transgender. Most cisgender people do not even know that this is an option. This will be easiest for people who have a diagnosis of gender dysphoria from a doctor, but if you are on HRT, you already have that. Specific states have different laws and processes, so be sure to check your state's government website for what you need and how to go about it. I underwent this process in Massachusetts, so if you have any questions about how this looks in Massachusetts, send me a message.

Most states allow gender markers on IDs to be changed, some even allow an 'X' to be marked instead of 'M' or 'F'.

Overall, be safe and careful. These are just tips on what you can do now while things are still safe. There is no telling what the future will hold, but we can control the present. To all of my trans siblings, we will get through this. The world is a better place with you in it. Do not let them take away your identity. Be there for your friends. If anyone needs help or just someone to talk to, my inbox is open.

If you are struggling crisis lines are available: Call 988- Suicide and crisis lifeline

Text 'TALK' to 741-741- Crisis text line

Call 1-866-488-7386- Trevor Project lifeline

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Call 1-877-565-8860- Trans lifeline

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[derekwriteskink]

The ideal submissive

Sam had been fantasising about being another sub, the man in question was in a grey leather uniform and he had black leather knee high boots on, along with black leather gloves. Sam envied the man’s confidence,his charming voice,his dashingly handsome face and above all his life. He had watched everything on the man’s instagram page and the thought of being him was amazing. Sam continued to think about being the man while he fell asleep. When Sam awoke he saw the man that he fantasised about staring at him, he tried to move but his body was completely incased from the neck down in an inescapable leather bondage sack. The man sat down next to him and opened a black suitcase, he pulled out an electric head shaver and began to shave his head, he showed Sam his reflection and he noticed that they now had the exact same hair length, the man then shaved Sam’s beard and left his moustache. Sam was again shown how he looked, he now had the same moustache as the man. The man placed his hand firmly on Sam’s throat and instructed him to speak, when he spoke his voice sounded exactly like the man’s. Sam was excited as the man pulled off the restraints and he placed his hand on Sam’s cock, he grew in length as the man caressed him, he then let go and applied ice to Sam’s cock, he became flaccid and he was then locked securely in Chasity, the man instructed him to stand up and then he promptly began putting a matching grey uniform on Sam, it fit perfectly and Sam was beyond excited as the black leather boots were put on his feet, he eagerly obeyed as the man placed black leather gloves on him and then began to caress his face. Sam was shown his reflection and he saw that he looked exactly like the man, like a clone. Sam was excited, however his shock turned to fear when the man pulled a hood over his head and he slowly lost consciousness. When he awoke, the hood was removed and he watched in horror as he saw hundreds of identical men in the most extreme bondage scenarios. He heard a bizarre combination of terrifying screams and loud moans. He remained helpless in a full body leather suit until a man approached him and attached a lead to his collar. Sam was restrained to a rimming chair. His cock was unzipped and put into a milking machine, his butt zipper was opened and a large tube was inserted, he moaned loudly, his nipples were unzipped and pinched tightly by metal clamps. A large tube was forced down his mouth and down his neck. He was helpless as the tube was held firmly in place by the mouth hole in his leather hood. Liquid food was flowing through the tube and he had no choice but to consume it. It continued running down his throat, he struggled to breathe, two rubber tubes were pushed deeply into his nostrils and attached to a device that forced him to breathe on command. After what felt like forever, the food stopped flowing and the tube was removed. The man forced his hands into his mouth and forcefully cleaned it thoroughly. A giant gag was shoved into his mouth and his mouth zipper was closed. The milking machine continued to furiously stimulate his cock until he reached orgasm. The milking stopped and the device was removed from his cock and then replaced by a large cube that went into his penis and a chastity cage that wrapped securely around both his cock and the tube. A leather blind fold was placed onto him and he was left in darkness, after a while he felt the food from before leaving his body through the butt tube and was completely disgusted when he realised the tube’s purpose, he felt his butt being sprayed down thoroughly and wiped as he was unable to object to this dehumanisation. His gag was removed and he was forced to drink large quantities of water before he was gagged again. He needed to pee and it was removed automatically through the tube. Sam was terrified and aroused as he realised that he had no way out of his situation, this was his new life.

[storm-angel989]

Heyyyy would you write mama Vel if you got a request for it? I fear we have all been sleeping on her potential

Hey!

Sure will! Peek the below!

<3 Mandy

Velvette swore up one side and down the other that she would never have children. When interviewed less than a year ago, she flipped her hair to one side, scrunched up her nose and gave a direct quote to the inquisitive reporter.

“Ruin my figure and wreck my company time? As if.”

Now as she knelt in front of the toilet, her breakfast making a second appearance for the third time that week, she wondered if the possibility she denied the most was coming true. 

Apparently, Vox thought the same thing. 

“I mean, is it possible, honey?” He inquired gently as he held back her hair. “I mean, we aren't exactly what you might call…”

“Careful? I should say not,” Valentino said as he leaned on the doorframe, watching the scene unfold within. A knowing grin spread across his face as he watched the scene before him unfold.  Striding forward, he handed Vox a cellophane wrapped package. 

“Vel, it takes me great pleasure to tell you that is the most sophisticated piece of technology you will ever pee on. Vox, feel free to be offended by that, I don’t give a shit.” Valentino told them both as he turned away. “If you need me, I’ll be in my studio.” 

“She doesn’t pee on me, that's your kink,” Vox yelled after him. 

“Asshole,” Velvette muttered as she pulled herself to her feet. “But he has a point. Give me the test. How does it work, do I have to swab my mouth or something?”

“Uh, no, Vel, he wasn’t kidding about that part,” Vox mumbled as he handed her the test. “You literally pee on the stick.”

Velvette snatched it from his hands and shoved him out the door. “This is my point, everything that has to do with kids is gross.” 

“But, Vel, I-” 

Velvette slammed the door shut and, after a quick review of and follow of instructions, paced anxiously in front of the test as it lay on the counter. Seven minutes, she could wait seven minutes. 

“Vel? Will you let me stand by you at least?” Vox’s soft voice came from behind the door. “Please?”

Velvette sighed and walked quickly across the room. She unlocked the door and Vox took her hand as he stepped in. 

“Hey, we talked about this, right?” He muttered as he took her in his arms. “We both knew it was a possibility, and we both decided that if it happened…”

“Then it happened, I’m just scared, Vox. If I’m pregnant, that changes everything,” she replied anxiously. “I know you want kids, and I…”

“I know,” Vox replied gently as he kissed the top of her head. “But we’re in this together, right? Either way, we’re in this, side by side.” He glanced across the bathroom counter. “Do you want to look first or should I?” 

“You look, I’d rather the news come from you than that…technological torture device. Honestly, this has been the longest seven minutes of my life,” Velvette replied as she buried her face into Vox’s chest. 

She felt him reach across the counter. Several moments passed and Velvette looked up at him.

“Well? What’s the verdict, Vox? Come on, don’t keep me in suspense.” 

Vox leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, one arm wrapped around her back, the other brushing against her belly.

“Vel, we did it. You’re pregnant.”