#thinking about making him a t4t shirt

[britcision]

Alright I’m still alive a day later so LOOK! First pass of Taaco from TV! Everything but the hat and the cape came from the closet and the shorts say IDGAF on the butt but the cape covers them 😔

My first magic trick of the day was taking off the bra I wore to drive down without taking off the corset or shirt

My second trick was applying kinesiology tape to bind the tiddies down again, without taking off the corset or shirt

Success rates??? Not great, I’ll grant you, but I got a couple inches off and they stayed in place with no bouncing even when I ran for the 5 hours of con! So still better than the bra

(You are not supposed to tape the tiddies for more than 4 hours the first couple times you do it apparently and this was attempt 2 so even that was pushing it, especially in 30 degree heat. I go hard or go home)

These boots also have the highest incline from toe-to-heel that I’ve worn to a con, since all my taller shoes are platforms and reasonably flat which makes them super easy to run in

Only had one minor spill while chasing down a t-rex but those photos are all on the camera so they’ll live on Insta when the time comes

The ding dang bracer that closed fine at home on two magnets decided if I was gonna move my hands it now needs 3 to keep it in place, so I’m fixing that today

The criminal in question:

Aaaand the purple and blue pouch I sewed at the con while waiting for passes, so I think I really had a very Adventure Zone day all around

The hat? The hat crushed it, 0 problems except one attempt to take flight on our way back to the car, which I caught by the curtain wire sooooo I gotta tighten the attachments on that before I put the curtain on cuz it pulled a lil bit

Worked like a charm though, held it above my head for the dealer’s room, weighed nothing (comparatively, hence taking flight), and for the first time in 4 years I spent most of a day outside without getting sun sick

For the first time I did need to bobby pin this wig, which I shoulda seen coming given the hat. It did also keep trying to eat my ears, the pin, my earrings, and anything else that came near my head though so she may also be getting rowdy

The cape jingled merrily all day so even if I was a lil slowed down no one had to worry about losing me! 😁 all in all………. Them boots ain’t coming to Yeticon I would PERISH on the hills, but I have a couple possible substitutes

I’m hoping to have the curtain on by then though! Soooo depending on some imminent updates, we’ll see if the hat comes to con again 👀

We also watched a truck hit a soccer mom ass van and crack the damn windshield in half literally right in front of us rather than wait for the van to move over another foot so it could get through, because some genius decided that if he had to get to the back of the con at 5pm on Sunday through THE MAIN PARKING LOT he didn’t have to show up early or anything

To arrive on time. At the end of the con. On the last day.

You could barely swipe a credit card between their bumpers with how close he was tailgating the van, and then when staff came to direct an opening to slide the truck down the middle he couldn’t wait 5 more minutes for the car to actually get out of the way, sooooooo hope he liked the extra 2 hours and insurance calls

Lucky for us, we could get out of the parking lot the other way and I warned everyone in line behind him that they’d had a crash blocking that lane so they’d have a chance to turn around

I’m never parking back there again I’ll eat the $15-$20 to park at the hotel across the street for Sunday and anyone wanting a ride home with me can chip in

We actually did alright though, only took us one hour to clear the parking lot, despite lots of assholes and some poor indecisive souls who all seemed to think indicating was a polite request, not a declaration of intent

[squiddy-god]

hnrghhm being t4t with bladie :(

Hmmmmhmhmfjgjgjgng I ADORE WRITING T4T STUFF AND I LOVE BALDE so yes i will absolutely imagine being t4t with bladie  REQUEST OPEN♥︎ don't be shy Cw : t4t, trans masc blade x trans reader, i decided to do trans masc reader because i am a trans man myself, fluff, sweet t4t thoughts, physical touch, period mentioned, intimate touching of boobs but not in a sexual way 

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Augh omg being t4t with blade is so tasty i love this

Blade lothes his curse, that much is clear- however there is one good thing about it and that's ironically the scars 

His body is littered in scars and as he stares at the havoc that the curse has inflicted on him, at least the scars put a different part of his mind at ease

They help the dysphoria and make him feel more masculine

There's also the added bonus that you insist on kissing said scars 

Blade operates on a talk shit get hit (stabbed) basis, and when with you that extends to you

Aeons forbid that anyone starts making comments about you, they are about to have a very rude awakening 

Oke here me out, when you get sensitive from binding too long (assuming you bind and/or don't have top surgery) blade will massage your boobs, pre and post top surgery blade also likes/lets you do the same to him 

Blade isn't very talkative but there has never been a doubt that he sees you as a man, no matter how you present and if you “pass” or not, doesn't matter and he will fight about this 

Blade who gets these awful and terrible period cramps and starts behaving like a grumpy but very clingy cat 

He wants cuddles and he will be damned if he doesn't get them

Literally just lay on top of him while he uses the hot pad

Ok so we all know the buttons on blades shirt are fighting for their life, but i think blade doesn't like shirts, most of the time when he's not going out he isn't in a shirt

Mmmm spiky jagged top surgery scars my beloved 

I will die on the hill that blade is clingy in a quiet way

He's quiet, doesn't talk a whole lot, but he always seeks you out, revels in your comfort and companionship, so he ends up being shockingly clingy

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[gooobraghhh]

another analslut tboy here! even before testosterone i only really liked anal (honestly i even think giving oral would feel better lol). ok so idk if you've watched the boys (show) but there's a character with torso gills who's very insecure about them. at one point he's going to fuck this girl and she makes him take his shirt off and then just starts fingering his gills. he's so uncomfortable/in pain and is begging her to stop but she won't and keeps calling him a freak/fetishizing him. i fantasise about a girl doing this with my pussy, i'd feel so humiliated, objectified and violated 😵‍💫

Extremely nerdy and kind of insane post but making boys feel humiliated and objectified is my goal in life. Also know that I appreciate you anal slut t boys. You are all deeply important to the t4t ecosystem

[l3viat8an]

barbatos being possessive over u <3 especially since ur one of the few things hes allowed to be completely selfish about

he gets annoyed if he smells someone else on u, he gets jealous n needy when u give somebody else attention for too long, even more so if he hasnt seen u in a while

he might even go as far as fucking u in front of diavolo if it wasnt for the fact that he might risk breaking whatever surface u two are fucking on just so he can prove a point that ur all his to diavolo

~ t4t anon

Nsfw content MDNI

I’m not getting carried away this time gdhsgs

Barbatos being possessive and always wanting you to smell like him~

He’s constantly pulling you in for hugs or keeping his tail around you when you two are together. When he can’t be with you he gives you clothes to wear! While his shirts or pants would be idea, usually it’s one of his jacket or a pair of gloves. Stuff he doesn’t  necessarily wear often but it still smells like him.

Now while I don’t think he’d fuck you in front of Diavolo -well not exactly- he’s too possessive for that. He doesn’t want Diavolo to see you like this, it’s a sight only for him! He will fuck you in the room right next to Diavolo’s office or in any empty room Diavolo could walk into at any moment.

Like just imagine Barbatos dragging you into some smaller side room and pushing you up against the door after it shut.

You felt a shiver pass through your body as you looked up at him, his towering form making you feel small and vulnerable. Barbatos leaned in, his lips almost touching yours. "I want to show you how much you belong to me.” he whispered, shifting slightly so his lips were by your ear and you could feel his hot breath on your skin as his hands starts roaming your body, finally settling on your hips pushing his body even closer to yours, “In fact, I want Diavolo to hear how much you belong to me."

[reallife6anoufriev6boy6]

Hello. I was wondering if u could do sum transmasc or….. gederfluid Dylan things… headcsnons…. Whatevers……. Gulp

transmasc!dylan headcanons!

i had to rewrite this more then once, curse tumblr. anyway, i did transmasc because i already had those ready to go. added t4t dylric stuff too - would suggest reading the trans!eric headcanons beforehand.

dylan overcompensates a lot like eric, but not nearly as much as him. still quite a lot though.

he also has the same internalized transphobia, but its also not as bad. he hates that hes trans, but he can accept it and deal with it.

when dylan came out his parents supported him and got him what he needed to help him. he also was able to start t right around the same time as eric.

as well all know taking testosterone can affect your period, but for dylan i think its irregular. he gets it and then stops getting it for awhile until he gets it again when he leasts suspects it.

on that note hes definitely bled through his pants, especially during school (same), but eric always keeps extra stuff for himself so hed let dylan take whatever he needs. he also wears oversized shirts so he can cover the stain or he brings an extra pair of jeans.

dylan passes very well despite some of his more feminine traits like his hair, but he still gets called the right thing.

dylan specifically has dysphoria about his chest. he really, really does not like it and wishes he could have it removed, but he isnt able to.

he also doesnt like when eric touches it, but sometimes eric touches it in just the right way and he absolutely loves it.

i completely stand by gender affirming sex still. they would do it when theyre both feeling dysphoric and they would say “dick” instead of what they actually have and wouldnt touch each others chests or they would in such a way that anyone would touch a guys chest.

when dylans dysphoria gets particularly bad, he will cut himself on his thighs. the severity of it depends on how bad hes feeling.

dylan wears his binder a lot like eric, but he knows how to do it safely. he doesnt wear it constantly and takes breaks when he needs to. he doesnt wear it when its just him and eric though because they both have the same things and he trusts him.

they spend a lot of time over at dylans house because its like the safe house. erics parents didnt accept him so its just easier and more peaceful to hang out at his house. whenever theyre at erics though they just spend most of the time in the basement.

when they get bullied, specially when they say eric is his wife/girlfriend, dylan is always quick to defend and just like his friend he takes it too seriously and corrects them, almost making their secret known, but he catches himself in time.

[t4tpumpkinduo]

every day i mourn the fact that cpumpkinduo could have become the next gomez and morticia in this fandom if only people had read their relationship right

TEARING MY SHIRT OPEN NO LITERALLY LITERALLY LITERALLY my 9/11 is ppl's bone chilling media illiteracy and it happens to me EVERY DAY multiple times. they're MATCHING in how bizarre and strange they are there's no nefarious malicious horror dynamic there's no abuse on either end they're just speaking in tongues!!!

it's weird loaded kinda shouldn't be doing this in public power plays, it's hiding the earnest want to be with eachother expressed through riddles and actions, it's cq eating cschlatts heart and saying he doesn't gaf abt him to a crowd he's performing for then crawling to CBADBOYHALO OF ALL PEOPLE (?) with cschlatts bloody bones in his hands asking about revival, it's cschlatt spiraling in manburg so bad that one of the things that gensrs destroys a MASSIVE chunk of his stability is cq shooting him (he dies frm this the same way he did during the FESTIVAL, another manic self betraying decision he didn't think would escalate that far), cq leaving, then him thinking cq planted the tnt under manburg (which was actually cwilbur ✌️ smthing cq tried to talk him out of. btw. cq who's entire deal is he hates being looked down on he doesn't like being treated as lesser spent an entire thing pleading with cwilbur to let him meet up w cschlatt. who he then doesn't corner or hurt and earnestly engages with in a clear plan tht would allow him to step down w/o harm. they make prenup jokes during the fucking meeting don't speak to me.). "you left me in my hour of need" WHAT THE FUCK. having GAY SEX in front of CQS DAD while he was ACTIVELY ENGAGED WITH TWO OTHER PEOPLE!!!!!!!! cq keeps the fucking jerk off book he kept the manburg flag in his enderchest cschlatt reaches out to CQ FOR REVIVAL despite having countless options he tries to keep learning spanish for him he's allowed to leave lnv and yet he keeps coming back so they can play board games cq is directly propelled into TORTURE on schlatts behalf he already has plenty motivation why was cschlatt needed in this plotline. can we get goddamn REAL

the fandom urge to scrub down every interesting dynamic into a one note dehumanized abuser prop and uwu poor baby blameless mush woobie KILLS me, and ESPECIALLY with how much people show their asses abt it. (i've said it before i'll say it again. why do you see addicts and brown people as inherently crueler meaner more sadistic abusers assaulters ✌️ and why am i killing you with meteors) it's such a disservice to everything involved it's so boring and one note and Nothing it's NOTHING. make ocs and stop bothering me.

like if it pisses you off stay pissed oawf idc.... t4t gomez and morticia cpumpkins is beautiful and true cschlatt stunning revived politician arm candy in lnv and cq freak weirdo who loves her so much and hunts people with bricks about it. like get mad if you wanna but they will keep kissing idk what to tell you

[steviewashere]

Be My Lover 🔞Minors DNI🔞

Okay, hi, it's me again. Feral and horny over another thought.

Rating: Explicit CW: Genitalia referred to with actual names (i.e. Stevie's cock, Eddie's vagina.), Alcohol Use, Drunk Sex (They're Both Slightly Tipsy) Tags: Alternate Universe - No Upside Down, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, T4T, Transfeminine Steve Harrington, Transmasculine Eddie Munson, First Meeting, Hookup, Getting Together, Bathroom Sex, Penis in Vagina Sex, Safe Sex, Daddy Kink, Nipple Sucking, Grinding, Fondling, Groping, Making Out, Eddie Munson Calls Steve Harrington Pet Names, Eddie Munson Calls Steve Harrington Princess, Gay Bar, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson is a Gentleman

Title from "Be My Lover" by La Bouche

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🏳️‍⚧️—————🏳️‍⚧️ The club is packed with bodies. Sweaty, dancing bodies. Music thumping, upbeat and bright all around. People shouting over the sounds, drinks sloshing in hand, some of them shirtless, some hairy and big, some small and flexible.

Stevie's freshly out, still in the beginning stages of her transition. A pin on her clothes to signal. But she wanted a night out where she can truly feel and be herself and be respected as such. Hair long to the middle of her back, wavy, and smelling of fresh berries from her hairspray. Her makeup is shiny, heavy blush on her cheeks, lips a light cherry red. Wearing a sequined, baby pink, spaghetti strap, v-neck dress. It's not short, goes right to her knees. Her muscular, smooth, thick (delicious, if you're in Eddie's brain) legs on display. White, closed toe heels on her feet. She's not exactly there to put on a show, but can feel the weight of somebody's gaze on her and finds she doesn't mind it.

She turns to see a man staring at her. His eyes are big, round, and deep. Enticing. Frame lithe and loose. Leaning against the bar, holding a glass of something honey brown—whiskey or bourbon, Stevie can't tell. He's wearing tight black jeans that leave no room for the imagination, white cropped t-shirt that reads something like Accept but the word is faded, and some beat up low-top black Converse. Honestly, he looks to fit better in a dive bar. But he's got a pin by his collar—the bisexual pride flag. And one a little bigger than that, the trans pride flag.

Immediately, she's intrigued.

Instead of continuing to dance with the strangers around her, she strides over to the bar. Her heels clicking against the concrete floor. He startles straighter against the bar once he notices her coming over. But when she slows slightly, giving him more time to really consider the opportunity that's arising, he relaxes. A smirk on his face, eyes not so subtly raking over her body.

When she finally stops in front of him, hands clasped below the small pouch of her belly, he locks his stare. Pupils dilated. Something already heated about them. This guy is a little shorter than her, not by much maybe just an inch, but she thinks she'd be able to pick him up if needed. Which may be very needed if this goes the way she wants it to.

"Mind if I join you?" she asks sweetly, gesturing to the empty stool next to him. Instead of speaking, he gestures enthusiastically to the seat. Even going so far as to pull it out for her to sit in. She settles easily, red flushing her cheeks darker, and gazes at him as he sits down, too. "Thank you," she murmurs.

"Pretty girls don't pull out their own seats," the guy purrs. Now that he's closer to her, she can smell him. His musk, deep and spicy. Like whiskey and cinnamon. The faintest scent of a cigarette freshly smoked. There's stubble on his jaw, most likely prickly if she were to brush her fingers on it. His ears are pierced. And his hair...She's in love with it. Down to the top of his chest, curly and dark brown, the softest thing she's ever seen.

She doesn't even notice that she's checking him out until a hand cups her jaw, raises her head gently, and then their eyes are meeting again. That smirk is back. And there's a dimple on his cheek.

And Stevie thinks she might be halfway in love already.

Eloquently, she mumbles, "Huh?"

He chuckles, deep in his chest. She melts into his hand still on her jaw. His thumb swipes down her cheek in short stripes. "Asked if you wanted anything to drink, babygirl."

"Oh!" she quietly exclaims. Her face heats up impossibly more. Wonders, very briefly, if he can feel it, too. "Oh, uh, just a cold Miller? That's what I usually get."

The guy slinks his hand away and Stevie already mourns the loss. Hums. "Beer drinker, huh? Could you be any more insatiable?"

"Mm, I dunno. If we get some time alone, you could find out?"

His pale cheeks turn lightly pink in the quick flash of white light that hits him. He clicks his, now noticeable, ringed fingers on the bar's counter. "Maybe I could once I get your name, baby?"

"Stevie," she responds a little too quickly. "And you?"

"Eddie," he states warmly. Leans in to her space. Whispers, "Daddy, if you're lucky by the end of the night."

He leaves her space as quick as he entered it, waves the bartender down, orders her drink, and finishes off his own glass. She can only blink, mouth slightly ajar. Wondering if he'll notice her rapidly appearing bulge when he turns back. Finds that she wouldn't mind that at all. Wouldn't mind leaving here tonight a little more peppy than before.

When her beer arrives, they talk back and forth for a while. Jobs. "Mechanic on the weekdays, musician on the weekends," he says. Preferences. "You," he flirts—she squirmed at that one.

She's pleasantly buzzed, but not full on drunk. Aware and slightly floating. They're closer than they were before. Almost sharing the same stool. His right hand is on her back, rubbing lightly up and down her spine. Her left hand on his thigh, squeezing near his crotch, relishing in how he hums at the sensation.

He rests his chin on her shoulder. And in her left ear, husks, "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met." Tentatively, Eddie presses a sticky kiss to her earlobe. "Can't believe I found you first, baby." His nose is buried in her hair, tickling at her scalp. Fingers at the base of her neck, dully scratching at her skin over moles. Lips moving down to her bare neck. Against her skin, "Fuck, you smell delicious, sweetheart," he mumbles.

"Ed," she quietly whines. "Not here in front of—"

"Bathroom?" he asks in a hushed voice. "Could lock the door. Muffle your delightful sounds with my palm. Make you feel good. You want that, baby?"

She nods enthusiastically. "Yes, Eddie. Please," she lightly moans.

In a matter of seconds, he's laid out the money for his tab, left their empty cups on the counter, and dragged them bodily towards the unisex bathroom. He shoves first into the restroom, leaving her leaned against the door. Locks it. And presses close into her space.

She lays her hands on his lower back, dangerously close to his ass. He kisses across the front of her neck, over her Adam's apple, down to the dip in her collarbones. Suckles lightly on her bare skin, close to the right spaghetti strap of her dress, over her heart. Nibbling gingerly on her soft skin.

Her head thunks back onto the door. Moaning openly as his teeth work harder. She scoots her hands down onto his asscheeks, cupping them in her palms, and squeezes heftily with his bite. "Ed—Eddie, fuck," she breathes.

He pulls back, a thin string of saliva connecting them. "Am I able to touch you, sweetheart?"

She nods hastily. "Please," Stevie whimpers, "don't wanna come on my dress."

"Fuck, baby, alright," he mewls. Carefully, he pulls down the straps of both her dress and her bra. She's not that big on her chest, not yet, but he eyes her like she's a masterpiece. And that makes her feel brave. His thumbs massage at the top of her breasts, down on the outsides, and then he cups her in both of his palms. Brings his mouth to her right nipple and latches on gently.

The estrogen she takes makes her chest incredibly sensitive. Noticeable, especially now, with Eddie's hot saliva drowning over her rapidly hardened bud. The way her legs shake underneath her, her hands spasming where she still gropes Eddie's ass. She lolls her head back and forth over the door, hair scraping. Eyes rolled back and mouth open in a raspy, breathy moan.

His tongue laves over in clockwise circles. Her lonely breast being gently soothed with his hand. Thumb massaging over her freed nipple. And then, he changes his attention to solely focus on her left breast. She can't help the way her hips buck forward, bulge pressed tightly against his knee. Moaning brokenly and wanton at the contact.

He pulls back again. Eyes heavy, lids halfway closed, lips spit slick. Hungry. His hands move from her still exposed chest down to her hips, at the pudge that's begun to form there. Eddie squeezes gently at her new thickness, moving closer and closer to her crotch. She watches in a daze, already panting heavily, spit rapidly cooling.

"Condom," she finally works out, rasping. "Tucked in the waistband of my panties."

His eyes widen slightly, bouncing back to her. He grins. "Well, you come prepared, don't you?"

"Don't want to make you an actual daddy, do we?" she teases. "Come on," she whines, "I'm so fucking horny right now."

"Alright, babygirl, I've got you," he coos. His hands move down to the bottom of her dress. Feeling underneath the skirt, up her thick thighs, to where the waistband of her panties dig into her hips. The crinkle of the condom wrapper loud between them as she rasps above. "Got it, baby. How do you wanna do this?"

"How much do you weigh?"

He quirks an eyebrow. "That's kind of—"

"I'm lifting you, dumbass." She snorts. "Come on, Daddy. Wanna make you feel good," she teases once more.

Eddie rolls his eyes, but the flush is hard to hide in the fluorescent light of the bathroom. "150. Let me get us ready, baby. I'll be quick and careful, promise."

"I trust you," Stevie whispers. And finds that to be the truth.

Something glistens in his eyes when they lock stares again. But it's gone quickly as he ducks down. Puts his hands under the dress again. And peels her lacy, pink as her dress panties down her legs. She whines the moment his warm hand makes contact with her cock. He's slow and meticulous with wrapping the condom onto her. When he's done, he steps back, chucks his sneakers off, works his jeans down to the linoleum floor, and spits into his palm.

With heavy lids, she watches him touch himself. Gently circling where his clit is, teasing the wiry pubic hair on his vagina. He slides his middle finger in to the second knuckle, the same with his ring finger. And rubs gently, yet quickly. His teeth bite into his plush bottom lip. Breathing heavy through his nose. Eyes almost closed with arousal. Sweat building on his happy trail.

Finally, he pulls his fingers free. They're pruned on the fingertips. Vagina slick with want. He wipes his hand on his exposed belly, steps forward, and lifts the hem of her dress.

She wraps her arms back around him, pulling him in tight and close. Ready to come already, just from his display. "You ready?" Stevie husks. "I'll lift you, wrap you legs around my waist. I've got you."

"I know you won't drop me, babygirl. I'm ready whenever you are, no rush."

At his confirmation, she hefts him up underneath his asscheeks. Resting his ass on the shelf she's created with her forearms. He responds immediately by wrapping his legs around her, squeezing at her lower back with his calves. His hands lift up the skirt of her dress, draping it over his legs and where Stevie's cock is about to go inside him. The prickly hair on his legs rubs against her bare sides.

Eddie peels his t-shirt off. Top surgery scars on display, beautiful on the underside of his chest. And he presses against her bare breasts. Their nipples rubbing up against each other.

She moans, squeezes under his ass, and finally worms the first few inches of her cock inside of him. His breath catches, moaning high into her ear. And then his lips on hers, messy and filthy and hungry. She's ready to be devoured.

He raises himself slightly. Grinding down onto her cock. Getting the last of her girth inside of him. Moaning breathless right into her mouth, she can't help but breathe air back into his lungs. Their noses plunge into each other. Chests burning as they rub at one another. His socked feet warm and pressing into the small of her back.

Eddie's kisses are tender, loving, and careful. Each roll of his hips is almost like a love letter to her. His hands resting on her shoulders, squeezing, dull fingernails digging into her soft flesh—all of it like a promise.

She's never been taken care of like this before. Even as she's slightly tipsy now, nothing's ever been this good. Nobody's ever been this good to her. It almost makes her want to cry.

"Fuck, Daddy," she breathes into Eddie's mouth. "Fuck, you feel amazing." His heat warms her through the condom. She can imagine what it's like without it. With his slick pre-come dripping down to the base of her cock, between where her thigh meets her groin. Getting messy, filthy, painted with it. To be shiny and glistening with it.

"Yeah, baby?" Eddie husks. "You're a fucking dream, Stevie. So lucky," he babbles, "so lucky to have you. Pretty girl, prettiest."

She whines instead of responding, grinding up into him. Faster and faster still. Her orgasm is close. Tingling low and warm and heavy in her belly. Into the tops of her thighs, burning. Her forearms dig into the meat of his ass.

With one final thrust, a broken moan on her lips, she comes undone. Just as he yelps something raw and low into her ear. She swears she feels it, his slick dripping onto the tops of her feet, bare where her heels don't cover.

It's the best thing she's ever felt, sans this night with Eddie.

Carefully, Eddie's legs unwrap from her. Her arms jelly like and hanging limp at her sides once he's back on the ground. Bare chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. He walks back towards the roll of toilet paper by the toilet, rips off a wad, and saunters back.

"Can't," she pants, "can't believe you're basically naked in this nasty restroom."

Eddie shrugs. "I've had sex in worse places," he states nonchalantly. He drops down to his knees, unrolls the filled condom from Stevie's slow to limp cock, and wipes her reverently with the toilet paper.

She grimaces. "Ew," Stevie murmurs, "I don't even wanna know."

He hums as he stands back up, her panties pulled back up, and tosses their mess away. "Next time we'll do it in one of our beds, baby. Don't worry," he says warmly, softly. His bare back and ass is towards her as he wipes at himself, cleaning up the slick slowly dripping down the insides of his thighs. "I'll make sure to have the softest sheets for you, princess. And a cold bottle of water for after. Make you my favorite post-sex sandwich. It'll be better."

As Stevie stuffs her breasts back into her bra and places the straps on her shoulders, she takes a swift inhale of breath. He's still naked and wiping at himself. Acting as if he didn't promise her the world. "Really? You...You wanna have sex with me again?"

Eddie looks over his shoulder. Eyes soft and earnest. "Yeah, if you'll have me. I'm not letting the most beautiful girl get away. Especially knowing that she's the best lay I've ever had."

Something warms inside of her. He saunters back, scoops up his clothes, and begins to redress himself. She takes a tentative step forward, while his t-shirt is hanging on his elbows. Drops a sweet little kiss to his cheek. "And you're the most handsome guy I've had the pleasure of meeting. Maybe...You wanna get dinner with me tomorrow?"

He pulls his shirt over his head. Scoops his hair out of the collar. And then kisses her back. Directly on the lips. Soft and slow and achingly tender. "Of course, princess. I'd be honored."

When she leaves that night, that pep in her step, stomach warm with bar nachos and tender words, and Eddie's number—she knows she's already in love.

🏳️‍⚧️—————🏳️‍⚧️ I wrote this instead of sleeping. I have jury duty in a few hours, so. Gotta make sure y'all are fed before I go offline for some several hours later. ;)

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t4t chubby autistic steddie GO

i have been thinking about this (nsfw from twitter!!) art lately so i am here with u <3

even tho i get nervous to write trans characters, idk why, i just don't wanna mess it up i think

but im doing my best!! bc autistic and gender exploration are very lovely wonderful cozy subjects so i'm gonna focus on that

this is such a string of ideas but - 4 u <3 :3c

Stevie leaves with Eddie and Robin, taking their trust fund and leaving their parents to it - too the rest of their lives - without her. Like the Harringtons always hoped, really.

Stevie doesn't need them, the money is useful but they offer nothing more to her.

She's able to buy an apartment. In Chicago. With her loves. They learn how to live. How to live together. How to be at peace.

There's big bright widows in the main space, with light and air and the sunset. The two bedrooms are cozy and warm and it's a place for them all to grow.

'There's chips here.' Eddie says. They have a matching day off and she's trying to practice what it is to do nothing, to truly rest. Eddie helps, by being there, keeping her still with his hands and his love.

But Stevie tenses up, she was snacking, has been snacking, trying to learn her hunger signals better - what they feel like to her. It was always a rule not to east in her room, not to eat between meals. But she was hungry, she had a snack.

'I'm not judging, I'm saying so we remember to take it out next time one of us goes to the kitchen.' Eddie says, coming back from changing the tape, kissing her. Kissing her and kissing her.

Stevie relaxes.

'You've gained a little weight.' Robin says, laying on Stevies thighs on the couch, crocheting while Stevie watches sports and rubs her knuckles agains her teeth, twirling a strand of Robins hair in her fingers.

She looks down at her best friend. Robin looks back at her.

Robin smiles.

'It's good. You look more like you than you ever have before.'

Stevie smiles back. Tries not to cry.

Stevie letting herself change, relax. Unlearn those eating habits that helped her feel in control. Instead allowing herself to enjoy, and eat the things she wants to, the things she likes.

Eats pasta every night for a month and doesn’t feel bad about it. Doesn’t force herself to eat kale because she hates it, spinach is good enough. She is good enough.

Eddie gets little chubbier, in this new life. After recovering from nearly dying. Explains to Stevie in his long lilting way that he likes it, feels more protected, like his skin isn’t so fragile now.

He’s never liked his body but now he truly knows how short life is, and, maybe he can learn to like this new one. In this new place, in the love that surrounds him.

Plus, the bats destroyed his chest. So without that in the way, no longer lurking and potentially ruining his day. He realises he can shed that background fixation he always seemed to have with thinness. The idea that it would make him look more masculine or more androgynous. Curves were for girls and Eddie was not. That.

But now, now, who fucking cares. He’s alive. He needs to eat.

Steve feels a finger trailing over her hip, dipping into the band of her underwear, skimming over her crack and the the ridges of stretch marks that lead up to her waist.

'So so pretty' Eddie whispers, and it's filled with so much awe, so much grace, so much reverence and love.

Stevie shivers, feeling endless and grounded and like her body is here and hers and everything she ever dreamed of because it exists now.

She puts her hand under her loose shirt, cupping her belly. Skin still sleep warm and the energy of her palm seems to cover her whole body in warmth, in light and softness. Tinging and bright. Still being traced lightly by the love of her life. But being loves by her own hands, now, too.

She exists. And finally, everything is beautiful.

[crispbake]

jonhshi headcanons you say?

- kenshi pinches johnny. a lot. as a joke, as a corrective action when johnny's being odd about something, for no reason at all. it's like the urge to bite, but... pinch.

- in return johnny gets to be a biter. not even just in bed, everywhere (except for around other people). johnny's the type to just give into the urge to gently gnaw on kenshi and kenshi lets him. lovingly.

- johnny is wildly defensive of kenshi. kenshi asked that johnny just not joke about his blindness for a while, and johnny was happy to do so. that also included, apparently, johnny snarling at anyone who DOES make blind jokes at kenshi's expense.

- they're t4t and tism4tism.

- they're also, even though it doesn't have a term yet, both disabled. kenshi being blind obviously, and johnny i actually headcanon as being hypermobile. very hypermobile. and there's really only so much being very very strong can do when you're that hypermobile and your joints are determined to get weird, so johnny probably does have occasional pain flare-up days. they'll stay inside and take care of each other

- or, if the responsibilities that day are unavoidable, johnny will take a cane or crutch with him to town, and kenshi wil tag along, returning the favor of biting anyone who makes a joke at johnny's expense (that johnny obviously isn't okay with)

- kenshi is scary dog privileges

- johnny, when he's the guard, is creepy cat privileges (i made that up but there's no better way to describe it)

- to expand on johnny being hypermobile- no grown-ass man in his late 20s is hitting the splits that fucking easily, painlessly, without prior stretching. he's just death dropping in some of his animations. and i just don't think he has a stretching routine for that. it's his party trick, something he can just *do*.

- kenshi finds johnny's flexibility wildly hot

- (when it's not causing him pain, ofc)

- kenshi's tattoos weren't done himself but at some point johnny unlocks the lore that kenshi apprenticed under one of the tattoo artists in the yakuza, and actually graduated to full artist before he left the yakuza. kenshi is a seasoned tattoo artist

- johnny jokes about opening a flower shop across from him so they can be just like the stories. kenshi doesn't understand the reference.

-they have an actual conversation at one point about the after-- once kenshi has completed his quest, and johnny's career is fully winding down. the plan is to get a flat above a storefront, and turn the storefront into a tattoo shop.

- kenshi wears sleeveless turtleneck compression shirts when working out and johnny fans himself like a victorian maiden every time

- (last one i prommy) johnny once wore a clownish formal outfit to the gala celebrating the success of the ninja mime movie. to this very day, kenshi maintains that one was his favorite outfit johnny's ever worn on the red carpet.

i am going to respond to every single one of these damnit

THE PINCHING/BITING IS SO ACCURATE. like i cannot explain what it is about it but that’s just so them. they do different things but it’s the same concept ghdjdkwkw

YES! johnny is super defensive of kenshi not because he thinks he needs to be, he knows kenshi can hold his own, but because he cares about him too much. i’m sure at first when it was still raw johnny never made any comments but i’m sure it reaches a point where kenshi starts joking about it himself and assures johnny he’s come to terms with it. but if anyone else makes a comment OOOH it’s over for them.

i rlly do love trans headcannons for them. whether it’s t4t or one of them is trans while the other is cis i do not care i eat that up every time. I ALSO FOR SURE SEE TISM4TISM!! johnny has the hyper fixations/knows random facts autism while kenshi has the not really sure how to handle your emotions autism. i think he gets overstimulated too which is also from his other senses being heightened once vision was gone.

I NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT HIM BEING HYPERMOBILE BUT IT MAKES TOTAL SENSE! he’s doing the splits on the battlefield i mean come on?!?!??!? (i saw you mentioned this later on LMFAO see u get it)

yes 100% johnny gets scary dog privileges cause of kenshi. too many fans in his face? kenshi doesn’t even EYES for god’s sake and i’m sure a look in their direction will scare them off at least somewhat. and johnny is for sure creepy cat. it’s like “can i come over and be weird and offputting” literally him.

oh yeah the flexibility while it has its downsides for sure comes in handy sometimes. (in bed) i know kenshi is manhandling him into wild positions and johnny loves it. so does kenshi of course.

I’VE POSTED ABOUT THE FACT THAT I DO THINK KENSHI HAS AN INTEREST IN TATTOOS THAT ARENT HIS OWN! he could definitely tattoo johnny i just know he has steady hands and it would come out so awesome.

kenshi not getting the flowershop thing is so real johnny definitely then went off on a long tangent explaining it. i feel like they could just be grocery shopping and something gets johnny going and he goes off on a long spiel as they’re walking around, i’m sure this is an often occurrence. kenshi loves listening to him talk but again, the heightened senses, he probably does occasionally need to rest his head so he kisses johnny to shut him up LMFAO (and it always works that man is so easily distracted)

TATTOO SHOP DOWNSTAIRS FLOWER SHOP UPSTAIRS!

oh yeah johnny loves the compression shirts for sure kenshi looks good in anything. but he does wild for kenshi in short sleeves. he doesn’t wear them super often to cover up his tattoos but when he does goddamn. johnny feels like the luckiest man in the world.

JOHNNY IN A CLOWN THEMED FORMAL OUTFIT FOR THE NINJA MIME PREMIERE MIGHT JUST BE MY FAVORITE ONE OF THESE LMAO. saved the best for last. johnny for sure wears eccentric and colorful outfits on the red carpet. i mean have you seen his MK skins? this man has style he isn’t playing around.

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED :)

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more trans colm? Maybe some headcanons for him? (Also, side thing, what are you opinions on trans Kieran 👀)

*sweats* okay so most of my HC are nsfw because I like my trans characters nasty but I don’t post nsfw to tumblr so let me challenge myself and come up with some sfw headcanons.

— SFW Trans Colm HC —

- do not ask me how but Colm has access to testosterone shots. He takes shots because it’s a bit of a sadomasochistic pleasure. Something so great about feeling a needle go into skin.

- he had been openly trans for a while. Risky, yes, but he has a level of arrogance and actual survival expertise to allow him live life that way. People who would wanna get him for being trans should have higher priorities.

- he is pretty thin by man standards, but has muscle on him. He works hard and his emphasis on upper body balances out his hips and makes him look overall boxy, like a cis man.

- Dutch is trans in this too because I say so and so Dutch and Colm had some trans man solidarity.

- colm is strictly T4T.

(Additionally…. I feel Colm kinda dislikes cis people. He doesn’t care much about anyone, but he felt even less remorse for killing Annabelle because she was Dutch’s cis girlfriend).

- Colm’s brother is cis because I like the diversity of a trans brother and cis brother pairing. People who don’t know who’s who will guess which one is the trans one (it’s a 50/50 chance.)

- Colm can grow stubble but not a strong mustache, let alone a beard. He was clean shaven in his younger days but as he got older, the messy graying stubble just fit his silver hair.

- Colm has been serving cunt since before he was passing as male. He has always been a Tom boy in the sense of he could never stand dresses and never wore them in his youth or teens. Always had to be a shirt tucked into his pants and a polished gun on his hip.

- he looooooves his big furry jacket. Colm rarely gets dysphoria (he is just so confident and has passed for years of his life), but when he was younger and would, he’d wear the jacket to conceal his silhouette. Still keeps the jacket because it’s bad ass.

- don’t question me. The fingerless gloves make him even more trans to me.

- he maybe cut his hair real short early in his transition, but since then never cut it very short. He’d let it grow out since he didn’t care a whole lot about his hair. He could tie it into a pony tail at this point, he passes so solidly that even long hair wouldn’t make people question his gender.

- <3 he surrounds himself with booooooys. Because he likes feeling like he is one of the booooyyyyys. When you’re the gang leader you can do anything, like brewing yourself in the wonderful (disgusting) environment of an all men space.

- ^^ addition to above: having the iron hand over all the men is empowering for him. Pre-transition, he had the guns and silver tongue to get his way, but it is a different kind of power when he can command people and have respect on the basis of being a man in a man’s world.

- ^^^addition #2: some of the men likely do, don’t, or are unsure if they believe colm is trans. He is so old, and look at his face! His voice too, so deep and raspy. How could a woman sound anything like him? Discussion of the rumors is restricted to only distant O’Driscoll camps where Colm isn’t around to punish (execute?) them for the banter.

- does Colm actually care that much about living ninja? I doubt it. He is so rooted on the throne of the life he built that people thinking of him as a woman would only work in his benefit. His enemies would underestimate him, expecting a country girl in some boots. Then, BLAM, a fuck ass slay old grandpa blows their head in.

- he has top surgery! What kind? I say fans can decide. I’ve drawn him with inverted T top surgery scars just because. He likely blackmailed or threatened a surgeon to operate on him. Had some trusted O’driscoll boys (or his brother) with a gun to the surgeon’s head to make sure the man didn’t do anything funny and try to kill Colm.

^^ additionally, Colm’s brother took the brunt of the gang leading while Colm recovered. Swag brother! ((if you’re curious I imagine Colm had small breasts already but he still wanted to be flat flat)).

- Colm could have a phallus (ignoring the history of what trans surgeries did and didn’t exist at that time). I personally think he has bottom growth and just packs sometimes. ^.^ 👍 t-dick is nothing crazy.

—Trans Kieran Thoughts—

I love the headcanon. I have seen like…. One artist make art about it so a lot of what I have thoughts on is just what they drew.

- mysteriously has testosterone. How it is administered is up to audience. I can see him being a gel kind of guy. Just imagine that man all moisturized and happy with his t gel.

- patch facial hair but it’s getting there. He used to dream of having a beard but he’s coming to accept he’ll likely always have patchy facial hair.

- long hair because he actually vibes with it. Makes him think of when his ma would call him her beautiful daughter. While it causes his dysphoria, since her passing he now thinks of it more fondly.

- his da would bond with him over horses and little Kieran cling to that because it made him feel good and he couldn’t explain why (it was a more “boyish” interest/activity and it gave Kieran gender euphoria).

- his fashion is a little bit of jackets to hide his body shape and breathable comfortable clothes (autism.. sensory.. uhh).

- doesn’t have top surgery or bottom surgery but he binds. Is it healthy binding? Likely not…. Idk how easily Kieran could be ninja in the O’Driscoll gang if he had to take breaks to let his puppies breathe. He undoes the unhealthy bandage binder and it’s red from soreness. anyways he has chest puppies and I love them. I think he used to sneak off and find a creek to wash in and make sure he still has sensation in those poor crushed things.

- his voice cracks are mostly just how he sounds. His DIY vocal training is smoking cigs.

- is scared Mary-Beth won’t like him for being trans. Imagine his surprise when she is also trans. T4T for the win.

- wears all black and green when was with the O’Driscolls but in the VDL gang / afterwards he wears more colors and feels better about letting a little chest mound be visible. He doesn’t bind as severely anymore.

- doesn’t wash his horse-pattern chest binder for fear it might shrink or something.

[sapphickocho]

T4T SKK HCS

(Mostly Dazai)

-Dazai always had really bad body dysmorphia and just like how he struggles with being human, he struggles with his gender as well. He tries to cover up any of his more feminine features and make his shoulders more broad with his jacket.

-Dazai has even begged Mori to give him top surgery, but he refuses, using this to his advantage. "If you do this for me I will give you the surgery" but he never follows through with it.

-Mori also has complete control over all the hospitals and doctors in Yokahama. They have given the order to not preform any surgery on Dazai.

-Chuuya taught Dazai how to bind properly since earlier he was just using tightly wrapped bandages and tape. Dazai never felt more validated before.

-However, Chuuya got top surgery by none other then Mori himself.

-The Flags all designed a tattoo to cover up the scars and Albatross did the inking.

-Chuuya proudly went to work the next day with no shirt, showing off his tattoo and scars. He got alot of congratulations and everyone was celebrating.

-Dazai pretended not too care and hide his jealousy. He realized no one would care enough to even give him the surgery, or tattoo the scars.

-It got to the point that (even though he liked the view) he couldnt stand looking at Chuuyas chest. So in retaliation, Dazai took off his own shirt.

-Everyone: ......

-Atugawa made the near-fatal mistake of confusing Dazai for a girl, and he regretted that instantly.

-Mori heard about the fact his prodigy was walking around half-naked and had to shut it down.

-Dazai: Why can Chuuya do it and I cant hm?

-Chuuya brings Dazai to his apartment after work and confronts him about why he was acting like this. Dazai doesn't respond, but as his partner, he can understand his telepathy.

-Chuuya promises that he will find a surgeon to get him the surgery. Dazai doesnt want to tell him that Mori will make sure that will never happen, so he lies and says he doesn't want it.

-Chuuya thinks it has to do with him, so he says will put his shirt back on.

-Dazai is like: NO!

-Chuuya: *blushing*

-Chuuya compromises, and the next day Chuuya gives Dazai his old binder to replace his bandages. He doesn't look Dazai in the eye because of how flustered he is.

-Dazai doesnt say thank you, he just takes it and runs. He puts it on for the first time and he feels more comfortable and validated before.

-Years later, Yosano finishes operating on Dazai, his top surgery having gone well. Dazai delivers the binder outside of Chuuyas apartment with a little note;

-(it says; Thank you Chibi)

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breathe you into my lungs (& make you mine) (ao3)

words: 5,871

pairing/s: T4T loceit, sub logan + dom janus

warnings & kinklist: sickeningly sweet sex, crying (from overstimulation), multiple orgasms, hair pulling, collars, slight pet play, small penis, penis in vagina sex, vaginal fingering, trans sex, dom drop, premature ejaculation

author's note: Logan is transfem and uses she/her pronouns and Janus is transmasc and uses he/him. Neither of them have had bottom surgery and are both on hormones.

Please enjoy some sickeningly sweet loceit sex :3 I MIIIGHHT write more in this universe because i have a bunch of ideas but who knows.

beta read by my friend @elementary-my-dear-daddy . cross-posted on ao3

summary:

“Yes, yes, just…” Janus sighs, “thinking.” Logan blinks at him. She tilts her head, smiling. “Thinking about what?” She tucks a stray strand behind her ear. Janus licks his lips. You trying to fuck me with your small cock, rutting against me like a dog, while I tug on your collar, pulling you closer. Janus clears his throat, shrugging his shoulders. “Nothing in particular.”

FIC MASTERLIST

Logan toyed with her hair, twirling the ends in her fingers (Janus imagined tangling his hands in her hair and tugging hard til she was begging). It swung at her shoulders as she tapped her pen against the crossword sitting on her lap (her thick legs exposed by her shorts riding up and Janus wanted to run his hands and grip at the skin). She tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth, eyebrows furrowing (Janus wanted to take her lip into his own mouth, sweat running down her forehead–)

Janus groaned, ignoring the urge to shove his face into his hands. He stared at the same page he’s been looking at for the past 15 minutes. His fingers toyed with the corner of the page, bending and unbending– Logan would not be happy with his treatment of this book.

The same thoughts– well… one main thought– kept running through his head all morning. From when he watched Logan wake up, bleary eyed and smiling at him, to when they made breakfast together and he had his hands on her hips as she stood at the counter waiting for their coffee, to now, watching Logan lean down over her crossword. He could see her breasts through her sleep shirt. Hair that was previously tucked behind her ear falling in front of her face, while she pursed her lips and furrowed her brows. Oh, how Janus would love to see those lips wrapped around his large clit, staring up at him with lidded eyes. Or her thighs straddling him, trembling above him, as she rode his strap. Or his cunt wrapped around her cock, clenching and–

Janus lets out a louder groan, only this time he lets his hands come up and cover his face.

“Are you alright, dear?” Logan asks. Janus peaks out through his fingers, watching her stare at him through her hair. Janus made a low noise, removing his hands from his face.

“Yes, yes, just…” Janus sighs, “thinking.”

Logan blinks at him. She tilts her head, smiling. “Thinking about what?” She tucks a stray strand behind her ear. Janus licks his lips.

You trying to fuck me with your small cock, rutting against me like a dog, while I tug on your collar, pulling you closer.

Janus clears his throat, shrugging his shoulders. “Nothing in particular.”

Logan smiles til the corner of her eyes crinkle and she laughs quietly, turning back to her crossword.

As much as Janus would love to tell Logan all of his fantasies he’s had all throughout today… He’s… nervous.

It’s not like he hasn’t shared his thoughts with her before– trust him, he loves going into detail and watching Logan get hard just from his words– this is new.

Well, new to her.

Janus had wanted Logan to top him since he first saw her cock, small but thick. Logan’s always been a little ashamed of her size, but Janus has never been so aroused by someone before, to the point where he would gladly sit on his knees and worship her dick.

They’re so open and honest with each other and their kinks and fantasies.

Logan loves being manhandled and controlled, taking the submissive role very easily. She enjoys a weird mix of praise and humiliation. She recently opened up about being into pet play a few months ago and Janus has been so elated exploring that with her.

Janus loves to overstimulate, to leave little (and big) bruises and bite marks, making Logan sob and tremble from his hands and mouth. He loves her smell, shoving his face into her crotch and just inhaling her.

But they know their roles very easily. Janus dominates and tops, Logan submits and bottoms. Logan has never expressed an interest in topping, even saying she preferred to bottom. What if this… bothers her? Makes her dysphoric or uncomfortable? What if she thinks Janus is weird for even suggesting it? He knows she wouldn’t and she has said she’s willing to try anything at least once. She’s always been understanding and patient.

But despite knowing all of this, Janus can’t help the way his chest constricts at trying to explain it to Logan. It feels like he’s back at the start of their relationship, feeling like a freak for wanting to leave bruises on Logan’s skin.

“Janus.”

Janus snaps his head up to meet Logan’s eyes. She’s moved closer, sitting next to him.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Logan murmurs. Resting a hand on Janus’ knee, she reaches over and runs her fingers through his hair. He leans into her. “You look… worried.”

Janus closes his eyes as Logan scratches his scalp. He lets out a little breath of air past his lips. When he flutters his eyes open, Logan is staring at him with soft eyes. Her eyebrows are furrowed slightly and Janus feels guilty that he’s making her worry. Logan moves her hand to cup his cheek.

Be honest.

Janus licks his lips before speaking. “I’m thinking… about you,” he starts, resting his hand on top of Logan’s, “and what I want to do to you.”

Logan’s cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink as her eyebrows raise slightly. “Oh?”

“But…” Janus inhales, “it’s something we haven’t tried before… and… I…” He trails off. Trying to be honest with people has always been difficult, like trying to throw up words and vomit them past his lips. Logan’s thumb rubs back and forth against his cheek.

“I’m… scared about telling you,” Janus admits, blinking and looking away.

“Scared to tell me?” Logan repeats. Janus shrugs his shoulders, but then nods.

“It’s nothing I’ve ever brought up before,” Janus says. He can tell that she’s trying to hide her excitement at the premise of something new. 

“You know I’ll try everything once.”

Janus groans. “Yes, but this… changes our dynamic.”

Logan blinks at him. “Our dynamic?”

Janus stares at Logan. His beautiful, beautiful Logan. He could potentially play it off as a joke… lie and lie and lie. Say it and once he hears her disgust, he can laugh and pretend he didn’t mean it (not that the lie would get too far). He should just rip the bandage off, let it all out and let her know… then they can move past it. Logan wouldn’t break up with him on the spot … probably? Though, before he can continue catastrophising– 

“I can hear you,” Logan says. Janus frowns. “Not literally, of course, I can’t read your mind. I just mean–”

Janus snorts, rolling his eyes, “Yes, yes, I understand.” He sighs, staring down into his lap. “I want you to top me.” 

Silence.

“... Penetrate me,” he clarifies.

Logan squeaks.

Janus glances up at her and she’s staring at him with a… look.

“You want me to penetrate you?” Logan repeats. Janus nods. It’s silent again. “Is… is that it?” 

Janus rolls his eyes, hitting her on her shoulder. 

“I’m serious.”

“Yes,” Janus starts, “that’s ‘it’.” Logan’s face is almost unreadable (he knows her too well) as she looks away from him, wringing her fingers together. She seems… unsure? Worried? Is she thinking about it? Does she like it? Whatever it is, Janus sits there, impatient, wanting to drill into her brain.

Logan licks her bottom lip and fixes her glasses, but she doesn’t say anything.

“Logan,” Janus says and Logan snaps her head back at him. 

“I’m sorry, I was thinking.”

“I can tell.”

Logan swallows. “Penetrate you as in… I… dominate you? Again, I’ll try anything once, but–”

“Oh my god, dear, that’s not what I meant.” Janus has to hold back his laughter when Logan lets out a little sigh of relief.

“Oh, good,” Logan smiles and then suddenly looks worried again, “unless, that is also a fantasy of yours. I won’t shame you for anything, but I’m unsure if I’d be any good at that and–”

Janus finally laughs, covering his mouth, stopping her ramble. “I don’t want you to dominate me, ever.” Logan’s red from embarrassment, but she smiles at him. “But, I have thought… a lot… about you fucking me with that pretty, little cock of yours.”

“Janus–”

“Rutting into me like a dog.” 

Logan makes a little noise behind her lips, resting her hands on Janus’ thighs. 

Janus runs the back of his fingers against her cheek. “But, you’ve stated you prefer bottoming, so I… I didn’t want to bring it up…” he says meekly.

“Oh, Janus,” Logan murmurs. She leans forward and presses her lips to his forehead. “I’ve never topped before, but I wouldn’t mind trying for you. I don’t judge you for anything you’re into. We can always talk about things.” Janus leans into her kiss, breathing hard.

“Though…” Logan trails off and Janus hums. “I would appreciate it if you elaborated on your fantasy.”

Janus snorts. “Of course. Let me tell you over lunch.”

————————————

They had a very long talk, over how each other felt and what they wanted out of the encounter. Logan quelled all of his fears– no, she did not bottom because she was dysphoric, but because it felt natural. She wasn’t opposed to topping, though. And she wasn’t going to break up with him on the spot. Much to his relief.

Her main worry was how small she was. She didn’t think she would be big enough to fuck him or bring any sort of pleasure, but Janus assured her it’d be alright. He made it very, very clear that her size is what was arousing about it. 

After lunch, Janus had Logan sitting on the bed.

She stared up at him with her gorgeous, wide eyes. Her hands rested on her thighs, playing with the hem of her shorts, which did nothing to hide her small bulge.

The collar in his hands jingles and clangs with itself. It’s yellow, with a little bone tag reading “SWEET THING” on it. Logan shuffles, eyeing the collar.

“Sit up, dear,” Janus says, watching as Logan puffs out her chest and raises her head. 

Janus smiles. “Very obedient, good girl,” he wraps the collar around her neck, clicking it with ease., “you listen so well.”

Janus runs his hands through her hair, leaning down to press his lips against her forehead. She leans into the act of affection. His hands run down the back of her head and then trails his fingers across her cheek and chin.

“Stand up,” Janus orders, stepping back to give her room. Her face flushes as the bell on her collar jingles with her movements. He hums, looking her up and down, “Undress for me.”

“Yes, sir,” Logan nods, hands reaching down to the bottom of her shirt, before she’s stopped with Janus’ raised hand.

“Slowly.”

“Yes, sir.”

Logan’s hands have a little shake in them.

It’s slow and quiet as she undresses, being ordered to keep her panties on. She sits on the bed, watching as Janus slowly undresses too– teasing her. She wants to reach out and touch him, beg him to touch her, but she’s a very good girl and instead sits patiently as Janus joins the bed with her. She’s already hard and she’s not even being touched.

Janus moves to lay on his back, legs spread wide open for Logan. His cunt pulsing and little dick twitching. She’s allowed to stare (and stare, she does), but not touch. Not yet. 

“You’re going to finger me,” Janus says, holding Logan’s wrist, “just like I taught you.” He pulls her hand close, kissing her fingers and palm. “Your goal is to stretch me, to make sure you fit,” he murmurs into her fingers. “I would say to use more than two, but…” his eyes glance down to the tent in her pants, “I think I’ll be just fine.”

Logan feels warm, too warm, and she knows what he’s implying.

“I’m not that small,” Logan says, eyes zeroed in on Janus’ lips, “I’m… average.”

Janus snorts. “Sure, sweetheart.”

Janus tightens his grip on Logan’s wrist, sticking out his tongue and licking a stripe up from the bottom of her fingers up to the tips. Logan sucks in a shakey breath. She struggles to meet Janus’ eyes– forcing eye contact was one of the first things Janus brought into their dynamic. It made her squirm.

Janus stuck two of her fingers into his mouth, sucking on the tips. Logan let out a quiet little moan, trying to ignore the tightness in her panties.

“Think you can accomplish that, dear?” Janus asks, smiling and tilting his head. Logan blinks, struggling to remember what they were even doing originally.

“Yes, sir,” Logan says. Janus lets go of her wrist. He lays back, spreading his legs, watching Logan with narrowed eyes and a slight grin. Logan swallows the spit in her mouth.

She scoots back and lays down. Her almost-bob swings with her movements and she uses her non-spit-covered hand to tuck her hair behind her ear.

Logan ran a finger across janus' inner thigh, feeling his skin jump beneath her index. He was staring down at her with an amused look— as if he was watching his favourite tv show. Head slightly tilted with a small smile on his lips. Logan looked away, biting her lip. Janus' legs spread further apart, leading Logan's eyes directly to his hungry cunt. 

She lightly touched Janus’ t-dick, watching it twitch away.

Logan slid one finger into him, easily, with the help of janus' precum & spit. Janus let out a noise in the back of his throat. She fucked him with one finger for a minute, curling it against his "g-spot".

"Add another finger, dear," Janus says. One finger turned into two, curling and spreading.

Janus bit his lip, letting out a little gasp. "Good girl," he said, breathy. Logan squeezed her thighs together. (If she came completely untouched just by Janus praising her, I don’t think she’d ever hear the end of it.) 

"Press up harder," he said. and Logan did, pressing hard against the roof of his vagina. Janus arched his back slightly, gripping the sheets beneath him. "Fuck, yes, good job,” he gasped.

Logan could feel her brain turning to mush. She wanted to do a good job. make her Sir feel so good. She kept her pace, awaiting for her next command. Be good, be good, be good.

Janus dropped his mouth into an "O", breathing hard. He grinded his hips down into Logan's hand, moaning. He ran a hand up and down his chest. 

"Faster," Janus commanded. Logan curled her fingers faster.

Logan gripped the sheets with her free hand, trying to ignore her cock jumping in her underwear and leaking profusely. She wanted to touch herself, touch Janus, kiss him, suck his dick, but she could do nothing but stare. Stare at Janus' cunt and t-dick. Stare at Janus' surgery scars. Stare at Janus' open mouth and closed eyes, hands running up and down his own body. Logan can feel her mouth water. 

Janus bucks his hips and Logan watches, being unable to do more than stare with her eyes.

"Suck my dick, sweet thing," Janus moans, opening his eyes to look at her, "suck me off." He flushes prettily under Logan, almost embarrassed by her obsessed gaze.

Lgan nods quickly, not taking any time before leaning down and taking Janus' little cock into her mouth. She moans around it. Her tongue laps up the slit, sucking hard, while she continues to finger Janus. Janus bucks his hips up, almost fucking her mouth. Logan squeezes her eyes shut, nose pressed into janus' bush and janus' fingers tangled in her hair, pulling and grasping.

Janus curses. "God, your mouth, Logan," he moans, grinding up into logan's tongue, "you're— fuck— you're doing such a good job. fucking me with your fingers so well, I cant wait for your pretty cock." Logan whines, sending little vibrations onto Janus’ dick. 

"Harder, baby, harder," Janus chants, pushing her head down. Logan presses hard up against his walls, sucking harder. "I’m gonna cum," Janus gasps out, "im gonna cum from your mouth, baby girl, do you hear me?" 

Logan moans, jerking her hips.

Janus pushes Logan's head down keeping her in place as he rutts against her tongue. Logan feels when his orgasm hits her fingers, his cunt constricting and tightening. Janus moans out Logan's name, gasping for air in between. His thrusts slow down, hips jerking with each clench.

Janus' thighs tighten around logan's head and he hunches over with a groan. 

"Off," Janus rasps, laying back against the pillows and breathing hard. 

Logan moves back, sitting up on her calves. Her chin is wet and she has a dazed look in her eyes. Her hand rests on her inner thigh and janus' trail down to the wet patch on her panties. He knows she didn't cum, but she sure as hell got close to it. 

How pathetic.

Janus takes a few more deep breaths. Hs reaches over to the bedside table and grabs the wrapped condom.

“Now,” he says, slowly, “you’re going to fuck me with that little cock of yours.”

————————————

Logan takes a shuddery breath. 

She's on her knees, hands on Janus' hips, as he's bent over on his hands and knees. She runs her fingers down his ass, pressing against his anus lightly. Janus makes a little noise, pushing back against her fingers. Logan swallows and moves her fingers a little lower, finding his cunt. She circles a finger around his opening, already fingered open (all thanks to her). 

"Oh, Logan," Janus squeezes the sheets beneath him, "fuck me, baby girl. Fuck me with your pretty little cock." He spreads his legs further apart.

Logan's heart jumps in her chest, feeling heat rise to her cheeks. She knows Janus is being more verbal for her and it makes her feel all sorts of things. 

She bites her lip, gripping her cock and condom. She barely touches it and her hips jerk forward, leaking precum into her condom. She makes an involuntary noise. Janus glances over his shoulder to look at her. 

"Going to fuck me so well, aren't you?" Janus asks. Logan nods rapidly. 

Logan grips Janus' hip tightly in one hand, as she starts leading her cock to Janus' hole. 

“Good job,” Janus praises as Logan enters him and she feels weak.

Logan stops halfway, feeling Janus’ clench around her little cock. Her hands grip Janus’ hips, fingernails digging into his skin. She bites her bottom lip to stop herself from moaning and then lets it hang open. She tries to get her breathing under control because if she doesn’t she is going to cum right now.

“Keep moving,” Janus says. It’s stern, but not mean, and Logan lets out a little noise in the back of her throat.

She bottoms out. Moaning lowly, she stops herself from fucking Janus until she cums— her job is to make Janus cum. Her entire body tenses up and she closes her eyes. How embarrassing.

“Do I feel good?” Janus chuckles.

“Y-Yes, sir, you–” Logan cuts herself off as her hips buck without her meaning to. She hisses, moving a hand to cover her face.

“Such a good girl,” Janus murmurs, pushing back against Logan. He pulls away and then pushes back, fucking himself on Logan’s cock, painfully slow. “You feel good, too, sweet thing.”

“Sir,” she gasps.

“Are you going to keep fucking me or am I going to have to do all the work here?”

Logan jumps. “Yes! Yes, I’ll– I’m going to keep fucking you, sir.” She drops her hand back down, resting it on his lower back. Janus chuckles, saying a quiet “good”. Logan thinks she might cum in the next 30 seconds.

She fucks him, trying to move slow as Janus instructed. In and out, in and out. 

It's hard to explain this feeling in this headspace other than good. She's never enjoyed being the one penetrating— even before she came out, she always preferred bottoming as a man. She can feel Janus' clench around her and there's a pulse, like a heartbeat. Janus is pushing himself back lightly with each of her thrusts and, dear god—

Logan groans, gripping his hips tight. She needs to focus, focus on making her Sir feel good, making her Sir cum. She's not going to ruin Janus' fantasy because she can't stop thinking about how good her cock feels and how close she already is. 

Logan watches as Janus' head lolls forward. 

"Fuck," Janus murmurs, "good girl."

Janus' touches earlier, the praise, little gentle kisses. Janus' fingers in her hair, tugging, pulling, and pushing. His dick in Logan's mouth as she swirled her tongue around it. The heat she's been trying to ignore in her lower abdomen builds up.

She grips Janus' hips tightly, moaning as her orgasm hits her. Her thighs tremble while her hips stutter against Janus. She hunches over Janus, mumbling a quiet "fuck" and biting her lip as her pleasure hits her in waves.

Janus blinks, watching over his shoulder as Logan finishes and pulls out. He shuffles until he's sitting on the back of his legs, facing Logan.

"Did you just—" Janus goes to ask, but gets cut off by a little embarrassed whine. Logan moves her hands to cup her cock, shoulders coming up to her ears, and head drooping. Janus glances her up and down and lets out an involuntary snort, hand immediately slapping over his own mouth. Logan lets out another whine.

"S-Sorry," she stutters. Her eyes glance all around, but never makes eye contact with Janus. "I didn't, ah, mean to do that." 

Janus laughs, biting his lip to try and muffle it (it doesn't work).

There's this weird, uncomfortable mix of embarrassment and shame with fondness and affection in Logan's stomach. She squirms, ducking her head more. It’s not the first time she’s come too fast. Whether it’s the estrogen making her more sensitive all over or Janus, himself, she’s been having orgasms too quick for her liking. 

Janus carefully wraps his fingers around Logan's wrists and eases her hands from over her cock. Janus glances at it. The condom she is wearing is filled with sperm. He swallows all the spit in his mouth, feeling his cunt pulse. What a beautiful sight.

Janus brings Logan's hands to his mouth, kissing her knuckles softly. He leans down, trying to meet Logan's eyes.

"Look at me, darling."

Logan bites her lip, barely glancing up before looking away. Her face is bright red. 

Janus moans very softly, "God, you're gorgeous." He lets go of one of Logan's hands, coming up to cradle her cheek and move her face up to look at him. She turns her head slightly into the palm of his hand. 

"You're so pretty, Lo," Janus smiles, "cumming so quick in me."

Logan squeezes her eyes shut. "Sorry..." The hand not in Janus' rests on his chest. She lightly rubs a thumb over Janus' healed scars underneath his nipples.

Janus laughs. "No need to apologise, dear," he leans forward and kisses her cheek, "it was arousing." 

Logan's eyes snap open, staring confusingly at Janus. Janus grins, now the one to feel heat rush to his cheeks, embarrassed. 

"Barely moved and you couldn't even stop yourself," Janus murmurs quietly, leaning forward and kissing her lips, "do I arouse you that much, baby girl?" Logan whimpers into his mouth, nodding shyly. Janus runs his hands down her body. He stops at her cock, wrapping his fingers around it. 

"So fucking hot," Janus kisses her harder. He leans back, taking the condom off and tying it off, tossing it into the trashcan near the bed.

He grips her cock and very slowly strokes her up and down. Logan gasps, bucking away.

"Janus," she rasps.

Janus smiles. He rubs his thumb across Logan's cheek and stops his hand at the base of her cock. 

"I'm not upset," Janus says. Logan eyebrows furrow slightly and she casts her eyes downward. 

"I know," Logan responds, "I just..." she shuffles, moving her hand up to Janus' shoulder. She shrugs, finding herself at a lost for words.

Janus nods, leaning forward and kissing her softly again. "I know, baby, it's okay. Promise."

“You said this was an enticing fantasy for you and I couldn't even do it correctly,” Logan purses her lips. Janus frowns. “I wanted to make you feel good—”

"You always make me feel good, Logan."

She huffs. "Yes, but I just—" she groans, annoyed. She runs a hand down her face.

“You didn’t ruin anything, Logan,” Janus cups Logan’s face in his hands. “You did such a good job. It was extremely hot. You’re so good for me.” 

Logan makes a little noise, eyebrows still furrowed, but her eyes soften at his words. They’re glistening and Janus feels his heart ache.

“Can we try again?” Logan asks. Janus raises an eyebrow.

“Are you sure? You don’t need to prove yourself—”

“I want to try again,” she repeats, “please?”

Janus licks his lips. “Okay, okay.” He runs his hands down her arms. “Do you need water or anything? A break?”

Logan shakes her head, smiling softly. Her collar jingles.

———

Janus lays flat on his back, reminiscent of earlier with his legs spread. This time he has a pillow beneath his hips. Logan hovers over him, their fingers laced together by Janus’ head. Leaning down, her hair swings as she presses her lips to Janus’.

Logan unlaces their fingers, sitting up and gripping his hips, squirming as she gets into position. Janus moves his hand over hers.

It’s quiet as Logan moves. The only sound being their shallow breaths as they inhale and exhale together. She pushes her cock in, moving as slow as she can muster. Bottoming out, her teeth catch her bottom lip and she makes a little noise. She looks up at Janus and he runs his hands up her arms to the back of her head.

“Are you alright?” Logan asks, making Janus snort, knowing she’s just trying not to cum again from simply being inside him. He murmurs a yes, nodding his head. He wants to tease her again, fucking himself back onto her cock, but decides not to. He can be nice.

Logan fucks into him slow. Unbearably slow. He knows she’s not teasing him purposefully, but it doesn’t stop him from tugging her hair, wanting more. She groans, breathing hard. Janus watches sweat roll down her forehead, eyebrows creased, teeth chewing on her bottom lip– he wants nothing more than to have her fuck him fast and hard. He moans as she speeds up.

Logan’s eyes flutter shut and open and shut again. Her fingers grip his hips tighter.

Janus can feel her edging herself. The tremble in her thighs and how hard she’s breathing, as if she had just ran a marathon. She struggles to keep up with the pace that she started, jerking her hips unevenly. Her eyes are squeezed together tightly, trying so, so hard not to cum too soon.

And what a sight it is.

Janus wants to memorise this exact scene. He could get off to how she reacts, alone.

He lifts his leg, guiding Logan’s hand off his hip and onto the back of the thigh. Logan moans at the change in position, squeezing the skin on her thigh and digging her fingernails in. Janus groans, swearing. He throws his head back as Logan snaps her hips into him. She drops her head, gasping for air and then–

She pulls out.

She sits on her calves, moving one hand to the base of her cock. Janus lets out a little high pitched sound and lifts his head. Watching, as Logan heaves, sweats, and trembles. He can see that the new condom she is wearing is already filled with her pre-cum.

Logan’s denying herself her own orgasm and Janus whimpers.

“Come ‘ere, sweet thing,” Janus says, unevenly and breathy as he lifts up his other leg. Logan lets out another pathetic moan, shuffling over and gripping both of Janus’ thighs as she slides back in.

“Eyes on me,” Janus orders. Logan looks up at him, eyebrows furrowed and jaw dropped open, fucking into him again, needily. Her hair is stuck to her forehead. “You’re so pretty like this.” Janus runs his hand down her chest, lightly tapping her tit. Logan keens.

“Please,” Logan says.

“Denying yourself your own orgasm for me.”

“Please, sir,” Logan repeats, begging.

Janus runs his hand up to the ring on Logan’s collar. The bell ringing loudly with her thrusts. “Do I feel good? Are you close, again? Already?”

“Please, please, please,” Logan whines.

Janus grips two fingers into the ring, tugging her close. Logan fumbles, moving her hands awkwardly off Janus’ thighs to catch herself before she collapses onto Janus. Her fingers grip the sheets beside Janus’ head. She continues moaning. Her teeth grit together when Janus wraps his legs around Logan, forcing her into him. Janus flutters his eyes closed, clenching around Logan. Her hips jerk and Janus can feel her cock twitch inside of him, cumming for the second time, but she doesn’t stop. She tries her best to keep fucking into him.

Something cold and wet hits his bare chest and his eyes open.

Logan’s crying above him– full on sobbing, tears dripping down her cheeks and her eyes. Her hips jerk around as if she doesn’t know what to do with herself– both continuing to rut into Janus roughly and trying to get away from the stimulation, but having nowhere to go. Her hands move to grip Janus’ shoulders. She makes broken high-pitched moans. An obedient dog.

A surge of emotions hit Janus and he grabs a fistful of Logan’s hair, tugging her down until their lips met. Logan moans into his mouth. Janus moves his free hand between them to his t-dick, jerking himself off with two fingers.

“So fucking hot,” Janus moans into Logan’s mouth, bucking his hips onto logan’s cock and tightening around her. “You’re so beautiful, so– fuck– good for me, Logan.” Janus keeps rambling on, heat building in his lower abdomen. He gasps hard, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he arches his back, orgasm hitting him hard. He pushes Logan away and she hunches over, burying her head into his neck.

Janus breathes hard, twitching through the aftermath of his orgasm. He moves his hands to rest along Logan’s back. Fingers tap lightly against her skin as his eyes flutter open, staring at the white ceiling. 

Logan sobs beside him, quietly, and it shocks him out of his hazy state.

He feels sick. What sort of a dom doesn’t check in on their partner immediately? Janus runs his hands up to Logan’s hair, tangling it in his fingers, as she starts breathing slow. He brought up this concept to Logan and she started crying and he didn’t check up on her and shes still crying and–

“Hey,” Janus whispers, shoving all those thoughts out of his head for a second, “Are you okay?” He pets Logan's hair, watching as she simply nods, still shaking. "Words, darling."

"Green," Logan stutters out. She takes a deep breath, gripping Janus like her life depended on it, like she’s falling off a cliff and has to cling to Janus for support, "I’m okay." She sniffles.

Shame and guilt still claw at Janus' insides. He didn't even stop and ask if she was alright. 

Logan sits up slightly, scooting up and resting her head on janus' chest. She lifts a hand awkwardly to cup janus' cheek. Blinking a few stray tears out of her eyes, she smiles softly. "Janus, I enjoyed that immensely. you didn't hurt me."

Janus presses his lips into a thin line, trying to get his breathing under control. Logan sits up more, laying on her shaky forearms above janus. "Are you okay?"

Janus nods. "yes, i just—," he trails off, "... you really liked it?"

Logan rolls her eyes fondly. "Yes, I really liked it. I liked every part of it." Se's already red from the sex, but she flushes darker. "I like when you ... make me do things, like pinning me with your legs. I enjoyed that a lot."

"oh, I'm sure you did."

Logan glares at him, still smiling. "And I like when you use me for yourself, like I'm a.... a toy." 

They've already had this discussion in depth, multiple times. more times than either of them could count. but they both need reassurance— Logan with her struggle of emotions and feeling like any sort of pleasure she experiences is inherently an issue and janus with his guilt and shame whenever he enjoys hurting or pushing another person. 

"I, uh," Logan looks away. "I had another orgasm when you pushed me away."

Janus raises his eyebrows, “You came a third time??" He didn't even notice in the midst of his own orgasm.

Logan flushes, dropping down and shoving her face in his chest and nodding her head. Janus snorts and Logan hits him. 

"I like when you make me cry.” Logan sounds muffled with her face in his chest.

Janus hums.

"I was never allowed to when I was younger, yet you let me. You make me… feel so many things I was told I wasn't supposed to feel."

Janus is very aware. Sometimes he wishes he could strangle Logan's parents… or push them down a flight of stairs. He wishes he knew Logan when they were younger, so he could shield her from everything she was taught, but the most he can do now is hold her tightly and help her unlearn all of it. 

“I know, sweetheart.”

They lay like that in the silence, breathing with each other. Logan runs her fingers across his top surgery scars (“It’s my favourite thing to touch.”) and presses light kisses to them. Janus runs his hands up and down her back, feeling scratch marks from… previous encounters.She still trembles ontop of him. They lay there until Janus realises Logan has stopped moving completely (and he remembers the fact she still has a condom on).  

Janus raises his head, poking her cheek. “Don’t fall asleep yet,” Janus whispers, trying not to bother the moment. He’s unable to stop the smile forming on his lips, making the corner of his eyes wrinkle. Logan whines, not that she’d admit it, blinking her eyes open. She looks so tired, staring up at him through blidded eyes. “I want you to eat and drink something first,” Janus continues, “You’re still shaking.” 

Logan huffs, but lets Janus guide her up to a sitting position. Janus kisses her temple as she rests her head against his shoulder. He’s sore all over and he’s sure Logan is as well.

Janus shuffles around, standing up and throwing on his boxers, watching amusingly as Logan lays back on the pillows that are piled up. Her eyes flutter close and he rolls his eyes. He starts to walk towards the door before Logan’s voice stops him.

“Thank you for taking care of me so well,” she says. Janus smiles at her, feeling heat rise to his cheeks.

“That’s what I’m here for, Logan.”

[squiddy-god]

Task force T4T

Simon "ghost" Riley

hehehe giggling and kicking my legs thinking of this <3 anyway this is t4t ghost hcs so both ghost and reader are ftm trans men! I don't care if fem aligned people read or interact but please remember that this isn't for you this is for trans men. I'd also like to say I've never read the comics so my knowledge on that is a little limited (if someone who has read the comics wants to educate me I have questions!) 

Tw: tooth rotting fluff, NSFW undercut, masc! Reader, ftm ghost and reader, mentions and descriptions of dysphoria/trama, very self indulgent, allusions to ghosts backstory, period talk, pre bottom surgery reader and Simon. 

Hnggggg where do I even start 

“Task force t4t”- Simons favorite joke (he's not funny) 

There are a few ways y'all could meet honestly 

My favorite two being these : 

1) You meet at a pub, Johnny is bragging and playfully asking Simon why he doesn't get any 

Simon gives him the look™ and soap makes it his mission to get his best bud a date- or at least some ass 

So Johnny scans the bar and is pointing out various people, all of which Simon is… reluctant to Comment on

He's not had a good experience with life in general, much less with relationships 

But then Johnny has to go and point to you, And Simon stares. 

You're a bloody handsome man, you look nervous, like you were dragged out here to this pub. You seem to like layers, black long sleeves with a worn out slipknot T-shirt over top, gloves tucked into your pocket and nails painted black. black eyeliner and the feint growth of a thin patchy mustache and chin stubble.

You've got a few pins, most he thinks are band pins, but one catches his eyes a little blue pink and white flag 

He turns around on the bar stool and mutters while he takes a swig of his Bourbon. 

He can't stop thinking about you for the next few days, hell he goes on a mission and is out drinking after a week. 

Then he sees you again, dressed similar to the first night he saw you. 

Your sitting on a bar stool chatting with your friends, they walk off to get a booth while you call over the bartender and order. 

He can believe he's really gonna shoot his shot. Johnny would be laughing his stupid Scottish head off. 

Your startled when this huge man sits next to you, you aren't nessesarily small by any means but it's not hard to be smaller then Simon when he's 6’4 and beefed up. 

He doesn't look at you, eyes dead forward and half glazed over while he fumbles in his head to think of something to say. 

He doesn't wanna scare you off, hard to do when the skull balaclava and hood aren't doing him Any good. 

“I like your pin mate” he says, voice deep and gruff. Really all he could muster without makeing a fool out of himself. Your eyes scan him, gears in your head turning in realisation. “Thanks- cool mask ya got on there” silence settles but it's not as awkward as Simon would think. “I don't suppose your uh-” you dance around the subject, terrified of being wrong, of offending this bear of a man who could absolutely beat you bloddy. Simon laughs “that's right lovie” his voice is warm like a campfire with a tone like honey. Makes you melt. “‘spose you'd let me Buy you a drink?” You ask turning to face him. “only if I can buy you one too” you chuckle an call the bar tender over, ordering something fruity but not too sweet, he gets Bourbon. “Oh ho a good ‘ole boy are ya?” He chuckles “the best” 

Your friends come back over and are so shocked to see you absolutely smitten with this man. 

Eventually the night passes with you and Simon chatting, eventually exchanging numbers and heading out. 

Meeting number two! Is soap to the rescue tbh

You work at a little coffee shop, soap comes in and orders the same 4 drinks any time he's in. Only place near base (or in general) that has a blend of black tea Simon likes. Johnny is chatty at the counter while he waits, it's never bussy when he comes in- He talks about his friend Simon a lot, 

Reminds you of a mother trying to talk up her son 💀 

Eventually he suggests you go on a date with his buddy, and he suggests to Simon that he go on a date with the cute lad at the Coffey shop. 

You try to tell him that it probably won't work out- asking if his mate would be ok with the hole you being trans thing and Johnny gets the biggest grin, patting your shoulder “aye thats the best part laddie! yer both in the same boat” 

So you agree, and Simon agrees. Johnny is just happy his L.T is shooting his shot! 

Anyway! regardless of how you meet Simon is nervous but a great boyfriend! 

Trans! Simon who where's the mask when he's feeling Dysphoric whitch is often 

He wakes up and doesn't see himself, the PTSD definitely isn't helping but some days the mask helps a lot

Always helps you through your dysphoria, holds you close and assures you that you're a real boy, reminds you that if you're asking “am I fakeing it?” You aren't. 

He has the worst periods smh, horrible cramps, heavy flow and they always seem to last so long. 

Has deadass threatened to throw a tampon at soap. Soap did NOT think that was funny 

He always knows what pads/tampons to get, and once your cycles sync up he's done for, he is irritable and just wants to come home and cuddle you 😤 

Rubs your back when cramps get too bad 

Absolutely melts into a big puddle when you rub his shoulders when he's back home. 

Has beaten up transphobes and will continue to do so<3 his favorite activity tbh 

Works out at home and oh boy is it a ✨sight✨ his top surgery scars are pretty prominent. They come up under where his (now) peck is and they are a bit on the jaged side 

Tossing around the idea of Simon who got either a cool jaged outline over his scars to highlight then, or got smth like barbed wire over them. 

He's proud of his top surgery scars, they're the only scars that HE chose, that he wanted. 

If you still bind he gets you a skull print binder (the dork) 

Matching packers so you both feel less dysphoria! 

Simon “nothing more romantic then helping your s/o take their T-shot” riley. He takes his every morning and if you're comfortable he helps you take yours, especially if you get freaked out by the needles 

Simon is hairall over but complains that the Testosterone goes mostly to his ass 

Que hilarious ass smack 

✨trama bonding✨ Simon has crawled his way out of hell (almost literally) so it feels nice to know that he can confide in you and really have you understand this aspect of him. In a way it makes it easier to open up about the other things he's experienced 

Simon “my dick is huge”/ “my dick is bigger than yours” riley

His idea of real romance is letting you shave down his hair before each deployment. 

If you ever feel Dysphoric and want your hair GONE he shaves your head for you, and lest you shave his head so you match

His pronouns are he/him obviously but he also sometimes uses it/it's when he's feeling like it 

Big star Wars nerd, builds legos but really likes miniatures in general. Will spend hours on making those 3 wooden puzzle things. 

NSFW //

It takes a while for Simon to be comfortable with sex, he has a lot of issues to work through, and a lot of insecuritys 

He doesn't like his body too much, especially not from the waist down, so he can't imagine you like it either

But once he realize that yes, you love his body, that he's safe, that your safe? 

He's a horn dog good Lord he needs a cold shower

Loves giving you head- Simon riley is a munch send tweet 

Can't decide between eating you out like he's trying to drink you or sucking your T-dick like his life depends on it- so he does both 

Oh you accidentally had your binder on to long? Your breasts are tender? He can help- he swears he can make it better lovie just let him massage your boobs so they don't hurt! 

Simon riley is a switch who prefers to top because he likes the control it let's him have and makes him more comfortable 

He can be rough but most of the time he's just so sweet and intimate, I wouldn't nessesarily call it gentle, but its definitely not rough

Strap game is on point so have fun getting that back blown out (or blowing his back out) 

Simon “sweetheart come here, I wanna play with your dick” riley, honestly he's obsessed with it. Playing with your pussy and T-dick while he watches the footie 

Wet dream/fantasys about bottom surgery, he wants a dick, always has, but the thought of being able to really fuck you on HIS dick? Have you choke on his actual cock and not some silicon junk? 

Someone muzzle him fr 

Speaking of muzzling him- he can and WILL leave the WORST hickeys on you everywhere

Looks like you lost a fight to a gang of industrial vacuum cleaners, like dawg calm down nobody is trying to take you away-

Deep deep dark purple with a bit of reddish yellowing around it. 

And boy you are absolutely covered in them. Looks like you where on the receiving end of a paintball firing squad.

[cactusnymph]

I don't have a specific prompt in mind, but could you write some t4t wyll x karlach? With any prompt that strikes your fancy

Wyll still hasn't gotten used to this new body. Karlach can still see him struggling to get a shirt over his head with the new horns, to get stuck in tight spaces or feel a ridge on his brown skin over and over again to make sure that it's supposed to be there and not something to worry about.

To an extend Karlach understands feeling like a stranger in your own body, but she had a lifetime to get used to hers, while Wyll's was changed in an instant without his consent. It's a horrifying thought to have this body that she made a home in be changed against her will like that, because she spent an entire childhood feeling like it was lacking something until she finally figured out what it was.

The infernal engine was bad enough, but it didn't change the way she looks by much, except for the constant glow in her chest. Aside from the foreign piece of machinery inside of her, Karlach likes this body. Likes all the scars she collected, likes the muscles and the fiery red skin, the shape of her eyes, her crooked index finger.

If Zariel had taken her tits, Karlach would have killed her long ago. She worked very hard to get those and she won't give them back.

Whenever she catches Wyll eying his own reflection, Karlach wants to step up to him and tell him that he's beautiful just the way he is, and that his heart hasn't changed and that he's still the most noble man Karlach has ever met. But she also knows that it doesn't work like that. You only get one body, one home for your soul to live in for the extent of your life.

Having that home violated like this, changed beyond recognition... She understands how much it hurts.

Next time she finds him gazing at a mirror Wyll's finger wanders along the contour of his ear as if he's trying to memorize the new shape of it.

"Hey soldier", she says with a smile and sits down next to him, her arm brushing against his. It's still a rush, to be able to touch people like this.

Wyll turns his head to smile at her. A flash of embarrassment crosses over his face because she caught him with the mirror but Karlach doesn't think there's anything to be ashamed of.

"Penny for your thoughts", Karlach says, grabbing the mirror from Wyll and holding out further away so they can both see parts of their faces in it. Sometimes she thinks that they were made for each other in more sense than one. Monster and monster hunter, both trying to do good, soldiers who can't return home, their bodies changed in a way that they wanted and then violated against their will, changed beyond recognition.

"I was thinking if maybe there's something I can do. To make myself feel more... at peace. With this body that I have now. When I was younger I did my best as much as possible. Bandaging my chest, shaving off my hair, wearing pants instead of frilly dresses. This is... different. Similar but different. I don't know if I'm making much sense."

Karlach understands. The two of them have the very same scars on their chest for the exact opposite reason. When she's feeling really mushy inside it makes her cry a little bit how well they fit. And when she's feeling particularly horny she wishes she could make them fit together in even more ways than this.

"I get it", she says, raising her hand to follow the path of his finger from before, gently touching the shell of his ear. Wyll shivers a little and she can see goosebumps erupt on his forearms. Gods, she wants him. She wants him so much. "If you want we could try to do some stuff to make it feel more like yours."

Wyll blinks and looks at her.

"How do you mean?"

Karlach shrugs.

"It's really silly, right, but. Uh. When I got this engine", she bangs on her chest twice for emphasis, "I was really desperate to reclaim my body somehow so I like. Got a tattoo. Got some piercings. Tried to make this house a home again, you know?"

She holds out her arm to show Wyll the tattoo of an anatomically correct heart on her upper arm.

"It's so on the nose but... I don't know. I just wanted something that was mine and that I decided to do with my body", she explains, shrugging her shoulders before putting down the mirror. Wyll's finger touches one of her many piercings she has in her right ear. Karlach tries not to sigh.

"You think I should try one of these?", he asks with a lopsided smile.

"Dunno if that would work for you. It did for me. Guess it's worth a try, right?", she says.

"Where do you think I should put it?", he asks, turning around to face her fully now, his face open and curious and his voice soft. Sharing these thoughts and feelings with someone means the world to Karlach. Every day she's thankful that it was Wyll who chased her through the Hells and that she got to meet him through all of this insanity.

"Well. You're such a handsome bugger, I think you could rock any piercing, really", Karlach says earnestly, watching full of delight how Wyll ducks his head because of her compliment. "But maybe we could start small and just give you an earring. To see if you like it. And if you think it works we can always make that mouth of yours even more kissable and put a ring through it."

Wyll huffs and she watches as he swallows, maybe because he's thinking about kissing her with a ring through his lip or maybe just about kissing her in general.

Karlach stretches out both hands and puts them on Wyll's chest, right where the two fine scars are on his chest.

"I know it sucks, but you still have this. We both do", she says quietly. Wyll hesitates before he mirrors the gesture, putting his hands just below Karlach's boobs. She feels absolutely normal about it and it doesn't do things to her at all. Nope. She's so, so strong.

"Imagine Mizora would have summoned my breasts back... I would have had to kill her after all", Wyll jokes and Karlach snorts a laugh.

"Devils suck but at least they're gender affirmation dickheads", Karlach says and bangs on her infernal engine again. Wyll touches his ear again.

"Do you want to do this?", he asks, his eyes shining.

"Fuck yeah. Let me get a needle from Fangs. Maybe we can get matching ones!"

Wyll looks at her so fondly, it makes her engine burn hotter.

"I would like that."

feel free to send me more of these<3

[ridiasfangirlings]

sarumi t4t

Kinda imagining little middle school Yata who has trouble dealing with cis girls and cis boys due to his own gender issues and would rather crush on someone who’s trans like him, then he meets Saruhiko and thinks he’s met his one exception because Fushimi doesn’t bother to tell Yata that he’s also trans until they’ve been friends for like six months. Like Yata probably has a lot of hang ups around both gender and sexuality as it is, he was assigned female at birth but has never felt like a girl, he finds actual girls kinda scary but he also feels like being attracted to guys when he is also a guy would be weird too. He’s also just kinda slowly realized that he doesn’t know how he would even be with someone who’s not like him, like Yata’s pretty virginal about sex and such but even when he does have the occasional fantasy the person in his head is always trans too, someone who understands how Yata feels and feels the same way.

When he meets Fushimi in the boy’s bathroom Yata thinks maybe he’s found the one exception though, Fushimi doesn’t call Yata a girl and doesn’t care that Yata’s trans. Imagine Fushimi thinks that Yata knows Fushimi is trans too though, like Yata starts to bind with ace bandages because that’s how you do it the cool way right and Fushimi explains that no you idiot, you need a binder and here’s how to do it properly. The whole time he thinks he’s being clear that he knows this because he does it himself while Yata is all ‘wow what a good friend Saruhiko is, he knows all about everything.’ Yata kinda secretly wishes Fushimi was trans too even though he knows he shouldn’t, like Saru’s life is hard enough Yata shouldn’t want to make it worse — but if Fushimi was trans he would kinda be Yata’s ideal boyfriend. Then they move in together and the first time Fushimi goes to take a bath and pulls off his shirt to reveal his binder Yata’s like wait wait, Fushimi looks at him flatly all what’s the big deal, you do the same. Yata suddenly feels all the blood rushing to his face both because he feels like an idiot for not figuring it out but also because shit, he might really be in love with Saruhiko now.

[huecycles]

oh hey :) thanks for the kind comments and tags left under the last post!

it's so wild how body hair in art & media in general is seen as something "disgusting" or "weird", at first i thought that maybe the way i drew it made it look confusing but no way in hell you couldn't zoom in or just... think logically to know that is natural hair? some people are hairy like that! the way i draw it is more fluffy yes because i love floof and i dont give a shit tbh lol

i knew about the "issue" of jevil being fat so the body hair one threw me for a loop like wow. idk why jevil specifically gets this type of treatment, maybe other fat characters in utdr do too but i always see toriel, asgore, alphys, lancer, king, catti, sans who is a skeleton (and i really can't see him any other way, the fandom is doing a great job in keeping him chubby-like i love that) drawn with mostly correct proportions to in game/official art, yet jevil seems to get this mixed reaction. idk why i still see skinny jevil, or why some people insist his clown clothes are just "baggy". the jester is circular, look at his torso please for the love of god. sorry but i just want more fat rep as a fat person myself. i want jevil to remain short (his sprite is shorter than kris and slightly taller than spamton) and fat like he is in game!

drawing him helped me understand a lot about plus size anatomy, and honestly i couldn't be more happy about that because i'm also dealing a lot better with my body image issues and finally bringing more diversity to my art. him being hairy too is yet another thing that makes me happy as someone with pcos, and portraying him as a fat, hairy trans man as someone who is nonbinary and for months has been wanting to experiment with different pronouns/wondering how it would be like to transition is something really special. it's messy and silly but spamton and jevil are the ultimate comfort characters/ship to me, their stories and how they were written speak volumes and resonate with me a lot + headcanoning them as t4t has been beyond freeing and making me get a lot of gender euphoria/dysphoria/envy all at the same time lmfao what the fuck.

i'm honestly glad for these characters because they're what helped me articulate my recent feelings about my gender to my mother, who has grown a lot and is making an effort to understand all of this. the reaction i sometimes get from people who talk to me, come into my inbox or just pour their feelings out in the tags about how they love my portrayal of spamton and jevil's gender identity + their relationship and how important it is to them is so so cool. yeah :)

speaking of chest hair, here's how spamton looks without the shirt. the left side of his chest has a panel for his heart (a smaller version of neo's) and of course top surgery scars, a different type. he's also hairy! not that much since he's a puppet but he still has the addison floof, it's cute