#trans!blade

[fatuifvcker]

Eating out trans!Blade? Think he'd look cute with his trembling legs wrapped around my head.

I'm so 😳 about this request, you have no idea omg... I wrote this with a GN!Reader! I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thank you for the request!

Warnings: NS/FW, 18+ MINORS DNI, hair pulling, biting, mentions of top scars, pet names, slight mentions of free use at the end, mentions of Kafka at the end, not beta'd/proofread. Word Count: 1.5k A/N: I plan on doing a part 2, with trans!Kafka and trans!Blade! I'm excited!!

Blade is sitting on the edge of the bed, his shirt across the room somewhere. You swallow hard, watching him as closely as possible. Your back is flush with the shut door. Your palms are against it, and you are positive your heart is going to beat out of your chest.

Blade smirks, he’s smug. “C’mere.” He motions for you to go to him. You falter, ever so slightly. Blade notices. “What’s wrong?”

“I- Uh-” You blink at him, “I didn’t think I’d get this far.”

Blade lets out a low laugh. “What was it you told Kafka earlier?” He’s smiling. He doesn’t seem… as frightening as he had earlier. Absolutely destroying you while sparring, he looked terrifying. Now? He looks just comfortable, even more so than he had while destroying you in the training room.

“I don’t recall.” You lie.

“Oh?” He cocks his head. “Don’t worry, I remember.” He smiles, a wicked grin. “You said ‘I want to kiss him. I want to fuck him so bad it makes me look stupid.’” He is still smiling, but he looks somewhat feral now.

You don’t move. “Well,” You start,asking the first thing coming to your mind, “does it make me look stupid?”

Blade laughs again, “More desperate than anything, dear.” He stands up and begins to stalk towards you. He corners you. “You can leave if you’d like,” his finger hovers over the button to open his door. “Or, you can stay-”

“I wanna stay!” You interrupt him. “Please-” You don’t mean to resort to begging so soon. “I want to stay.” You nod at him and smile.

Blade smirks. “Good.” He immediately kisses you. His hands cup your face and you are kissing back, excited and curious. Blade is always so controlled. You wonder if he is that way in the bedroom. His kisses tell you otherwise. His hands hold your hip like a lifeline, and his tongue is running across your bottom lip.

You eagerly open your mouth for him and his tongue darts into your mouth. You gently bite down on it and release it. Blade pulls away, looking like he’s about to lose his mind. You’re breathing heavily and looking at him with wide eyes when you have an idea. You light up and motion towards the bed, “Please, go sit down.”

Blade snorts, “So polite,” he turns his back to you and walks towards the bed. “Since you’re so kind, I will follow your directions.” He sits down. You walk towards him, thinking about every single thing you want to do to him. Blade slightly spreads his legs and you step between them. You are standing over him. He’s watching you closely. “Are you going to continue?”

“I’m thinking!” You huff at him. “May I?” You motion towards his lap. He nods. You sit down on his thigh and your hands go towards his abdomen. You place soft, sweet kisses onto his collarbone. Blade groans. Perfect, you think. He’s sensitive. Your fingers dance across his skin and you feel the goosebumps raise as you do so. You slide off of his thigh and drop down onto your knees in front of him.

You trail kisses down his stomach, fingers tracing the scars on his chest. Your fingers reach for the zipper on his pants and Blade is lifting his hips, eagerly letting you remove them. You look up at him through your lashes and he lets out a low moan. You smile against his skin before pulling away and getting his pants off of him.

You want nothing more than to dive in headfirst and help Blade feel good. But, you want him to feel loved as much as he feels good, so you wait. You begin to kiss his inner thigh, your hand moving towards his dripping pussy. One of your fingers slips in Blade grunts. His hands move from the sheets and to your hair. He easily tangles his fingers into your hair. You moan as he pulls slightly and your eyes shut tight.

“Fuck,” You mumble into his skin. “Do that again.”

Blade does not hesitate. His fingers pull gently at your hair. You continue kissing up his thigh and moaning as he pulls every so often. You reach his pussy and look up at him, smiling. “Already so wet for me,” You smirk.

Blade’s face is red, you are sure some of it is from the training, but you are certain he is blushing. His eyes don’t move from yours. Before you can move forward, Blade stops you, by holding your head back.

“What?” You whine.

“You have to look at me.” When your face contorts, Blade continues. “Don’t break eye contact with me.”

Your brow cocks, “And if I do?”

Blade’s smirk returns, “You’ll just have to find out.” You roll your eyes, earning a tighter grip from Blade. “How are you so sweet, yet so bratty?”

“What can I say?” You shrug, “I wanna fuck you so bad it makes me stupid.” You smile. Blade rolls his eyes this time. Blade shoves your head down and you grab his thighs. Finally, you lap at him, licking a stripe up his pussy. Your eyes are locked with Blade’s and you are smirking against him.

Your tongue swirls around his clit and Blade hums. His eyes are half lidded, but he is still watching you. Your tongue pushes into him, your nose hitting his clit and you grab his leg, pulling his thigh over your shoulder. His legs tense and he pulls at your hair. You don’t break eye contact.

Blade’s noises become louder. He is not begging though. His groans and grunts fill the air. His eyes almost shut.

“Holy fuck,” He moans through gritted teeth. “Just like that,” He praises you. “Don’t stop.”

You continue. His hands pull your hair, your head leaning back from him slightly. His hips buck forward, following you. Your eyes shut tight, a loud moan reverberating from your chest and your name falls from Blade’s lips.

“So close-” It’s almost a whine. “Do that again.” He almost sounds like he’s begging.

He pulls your hair and you moan into him again. Your tongue flicks his clit, and circles it. Blade breaks. Your eyes open and you peer up at him. His eyes meet yours and his brows are knitting together. His mouth forms an ‘o’ and you continue. His hips buck upwards, violently, causing you to tighten your grip on his thighs. You try to hold him down, but he is stronger than you. His hips roll into your mouth and you help him ride out hsi orgasm.

As soon as his hips fall back onto the bed you slow your pace. He’s panting and his fingers pull from your hair. You place soft kisses on his inner thigh and pull back from him. You look up at him and smile.

Blade mumbles something about your eyes and you furrow your brows. “Huh?”

“You shut your eyes.” Blade sits up slightly, holding himself up with his forearms. “You were supposed to look at me.”

“Oh.” You grow defensive. “You pulled my hair and it felt good-” Blade watches you as you struggle to find an excuse. You groan, “Okay, fine, what’s gonna happen now?” You ask, still on your knees.

“Well, you have been exceptionally good,” He smiles at you.

“I can be even better,” You bite the inside of your lip. “I can be so much better. I mean, you can use me however you want.” You are begging again. Blade’s smile widens at that. “Sit on my face, fuck me, have me fuck you-”

“However I want?” He interrupts you. You nod, eyes lighting up. “Hm,” He softly hums. “How do you feel about someone joining us?”

You cock your head, it doesn’t click. Not immediately. “Who?”

His face drops. “You are lucky you are so giving.” He groans.

It clicks. “Kafka?” You question him. “Because I think I can handle that.”

Blade nods, “You think?” You respond with an enthusiastic ‘yep’ and Blade’s eyes almost darken. “How about we find out?”

Your heart jumps into your throat when you realize he’s being serious. Your eyes widen and your jaw goes slack. “Really?” As soon as Blade gives you a ‘yes’ you feel excited all over again. “When?”

“So enthusiastic, hm?” He sits up and kisses you. “I hate we didn’t do this sooner. I don’t think I’m going to be able to let you go now.”

“I don’t think I’m going to have a problem with that.” You smile and press your lips to his again. “Do you wanna text Kafka?” You ask.

“No.” He shakes his head. “Not necessarily. I’m sure she’d be more… Curious if you messaged her anyway.”

You nod and stand up, pulling your phone from your pocket. You quickly send Kafka a message, asking her to meet you at Blade’s room. And now, you wait. You look back at Blade, and want nothing more than to stay between his legs. You bite your lip and he catches you staring.

“You don’t have to stand there.” He leans back. “You can come back. Since you said however I want, I want you to come back.”

You eagerly rush back to Blade, and fall to your knees, resuming your earlier position. You are sure you are going to be busy the rest of the day. You don’t care. You prefer it that way.

[biblicallyaccuratemoth]

I have an encyclopedic knowledge of gender bending media for entirely Cis reasons.

[the-nothing-maker]

Holy blemishes

(Mel is my main D&D guy from @luposlipaphobya's campaign, Val Cardinal !)

[crazygnomenclature]

[ganondoodle]

(wip)

some doodles that took me way too much effort; an updated design for Raal (aka demise when he was a mortal, he still uses that name when in disguise and modeled those forms after how he imagined he would look if he ever grew up as one) and a clunky doodle of both his blade spirits just after forging them

[recovering-vamp]

[leslieiswriting]

vampires? Pirates? Vampirates!

*Queer* vampirates!!!

Coming to shores near you in a *month* !!!

Add it on Goodreads!

[chrissy-kaos]

Gripping the razor blade, I swear I'd never love again

I'll keep that promise, trust me I won't break it

[bluebirdstillsings]

>Transfem

>Started HRT right at the very end of male secondary characteristic development, but before the bones fully set, so I have both broad shoulders/ribs *and* broad hips, and very self conscious about this

>Playing Elden Ring, and see Malenia's goddess of rot form

>Holy shit I have Malenia's body type.

>Holy shit I have Malenia's body type.

>Body dysphoria fucking evaporates

[bubbleverseart]

Another movie Collab with this Blade Runner tribute, this time with the amazing, the lovely, the one and only @deadeyedfae !

[ohnogachaverse]

Hsr charas as tumblr posts I made instead of napping, part 10

[mydirtyvalentine]

furthering the trans arthur lester agenda cause that man is so un-phased by being impaled you know he’s been on injections for years

[cuubism]

some canon-verse trans Hob for the lovely @five-and-dimes who recently got top surgery! 🥳🥰 congratulations, I'm truly so happy for you, my friend. please accept this humble offering

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“So, it actually started on a dare,” Hob says, on the day he tells Dream the story of him. Or of this part of him, anyway.

Normally, Hob gets a bit guarded the first time he tells someone he’s trans. It’s hard to predict with absolute certainty how people will react, especially ones he’s just become romantically involved with. He’s had it go poorly, to say the least, in the past.

He doesn’t feel that way with Dream. It’s not because there’s so much trust between them—they’re still new, after all. No, it’s something about Dream himself. For all his prickly and standoffish nature, being close to him feels like sinking into a warm lake, into a dark sleep where secrets and hidden wishes float up like glowing reeds to the surface. Deep, personal feelings feel safe with Dream; he cradles them in his hands and soothes them. Or that’s how it feels, when Hob is touching him.

Personification of dreams, indeed.

“A dare?” Dream echoes.

“Sort of," Hob says. "Got frustrated with people saying women should or shouldn’t do this or that or the other thing, so I decided if they felt so strongly about it I’d just be a man. Moved somewhere no one knew me, dressed differently, got stronger, practiced the sword—and that was that. No one seemed to care much, once you were at war. So long as you could swing a sword and not get yourself killed.”

“A choice, then,” Dream says. He’s listening very intently, hands folded on his knees, untouched tea on the coffee table before him.

“At first. Was only after I’d been living that way for a few decades—before and after we met—that I realized while there might be a handful of women out there living as men for the freedom of it, that they didn’t all like it. Given the choice they’d rather just be women in a more equal world. You know?”

Dream hums in understanding.

“But I didn’t want to go back,” Hob continues. “I felt like... who I'd become was the truth of me all along.”

“Identity, while not wholly immutable, is resilient against adversity and circumstance,” says Dream. “You found what your heart wanted you to be, if in a circuitous manner.”

“You seem very unbothered by it,” Hob observes, sipping his tea.

Dream frowns. “Why would I be bothered by it?”

“Dunno.” Apparently he can’t fully shake that this’ll put a wedge in us feeling. “People sometimes are. Feel deceived, or something like that. So they say.”

“If they are deceived, it is by their own assumptions,” Dream says, with disdain. “You should be as you dream yourself, Hob. No more nor less. Put aside these petty physical trappings.”

“I do actually have to live in these ‘physical trappings’ even if you don’t, you silly thing.” He can’t help laughing. “Besides, I rather like being some kind of living creature in the world, rather than what? A ghost? Best I can do is make this body as close to how it should be as possible.”

Hob’s come to like his body, for the most part, in the form that he’s made it. He didn’t always. But he needs a body of some kind to be alive, and he likes being alive. So what he couldn’t change, he made peace with.

Besides, they have hormone treatments nowadays. Brilliant stuff. Makes it so much better.

“Anyway, now you know. I wanted you to. Since we’re together.” It’s still a marvel. Together.

“Thank you,” says Dream, with evident sincerity. “It is a privilege to be gifted your secrets.”

“Not really a secret, but I get what you mean.” He takes Dream’s hand, just to touch him, and admits, “Telling it to you is like… I don’t know. Feels like when I was younger and first admitted out loud, ‘I’m a man. I want to stay like this.’”

It hasn’t been a proper secret in a very long time. But giving it to Dream is like the freedom of releasing a held breath, even so.

“I am the harbor and cradle of dreams,” Dream says in reply. He traces his fingers over Hob’s. Does Dream’s strange form just spring from the ether? Hob wonders. Or does he have to choose it? The way Hob chose his? “Dreams of being and becoming… these are most precious for they grow from tough soil. I can only protect them, I cannot create them. You must do that. And I expect that were I to find you in the Dreaming, there would be a fantastic garden there, indeed.”

Dream himself is the most fantastical thing. “Well, darling, just know your work is appreciated.”

Dream’s lips tip up in a tiny smile. When he meets Hob’s gaze again, his eyes have gone dark and starry. He folds Hob into a hug, and��

oh, it’s like being hugged by the universe itself.

Hob feels the light breeze of a warm dark night, when he’d lain by the dying fire in a war camp in the French countryside, and looked up at a million stars and first whispered to himself what if this is really who I am? Dream is that breeze and those stars. The dying embers that had lit him as he’d run his hands over his body and felt it differently than he ever had before, and been terrified because what would it mean?—but also thrilled and alive. Dream is the night wrapping around him in that moment, the night that was listening to his dreams no matter how quietly he admitted them, Dream is that and more and the voice in his heart telling him it would be okay.

A younger, more uncertain Hob would have needed this. Hob now is older, and he already knows who he is and what he wants, but he falls into Dream’s embrace all the same. A tear slips from his eye, and Dream kisses his cheek, wiping the tear away with his tongue before leaning their heads together.

“I could craft you any body you wanted in the Dreaming,” he says lowly. “However I think the one you have made with your own hands is more remarkable.”

Oh, God, he’s going to tear up again. “Dream, you are the most beautiful, wonderful thing.”

Dream hums in pleasure at the words, and lets Hob hold him close, lets him cradle his head to his chest, a dream kept close to his heart. One that he knew as soon as he saw it walk into the White Horse. Sooner even than he truly knew himself.

Then Dream looks up at him with a hopeful expression. “With these truths revealed, are we able to be intimate?”

Hob laughs so hard he has to tip his head back against the couch. “Wow. One track mind with you, isn’t it? I spill my heart and that’s what I get?”

Dream grumbles, tucking his face in against Hob’s neck to press his lips to Hob’s throat. “I find myself impatient of late.”

“Knew all along you were only with me for my body.” He’s grinning, though. Can’t stop.

“Well. Considering it is such a lovely one.” He plucks at Hob’s shirt buttons. Lecherous little nightmare.

It feels fucking good, though, to be desired.

“C’mere, then,” he says, and drags Dream into his lap.

Dream settles there with a purr, starts playing with Hob’s hair, but says, “I would not truly derail this moment, nor distract from your feelings if you do not wish it.”

“Oh, I wish it. You’ve no idea how much I want you right now. You’re like a prize.” He cradles Dream’s beloved face between his hands. “Stick around for long enough and you’ll get the most incredible Dream at the end of it.”

“Or at the beginning,” Dream says, and Hob’s heart swells so much to hear him voice that that he has to kiss him.

When he does, Dream makes a low, pleased sound, settling deeper in his lap. Yes, this moment, this life, is certainly the prize for all of those years hanging onto those dreams:

the dream of his lover

and the one of himself.

[skitty-kirby]

And not a day late... in my timezone anyway! I intended on doing this earlier in the month, but ey sudden motivation is not to be wasted- of course it's another excuse to draw my boys while I experiment with another art style and some new brushes I found LMAO So here we got my personal HC for my favorite dorks regarding pride, Sword is ace and Blade is trans + bi. <3

[multitude-of-eels]

wwomen... 🥺

[failyaoi]

Johnshi/Kencageblade/Swordblade kid oc just dropped (read tags for more info)