#and no one ask me if I'm trans the answer is no but yes hope this helps 🙏

[queerprayers]

Happy Transgender Day of Visibility in honor of El Roi, God Who Sees, who made all things, visible and invisible. We know a God of justice and protection, of vulnerability and truth, a God transfigured and transubstantiated, unashamed of scars, breaking gender roles, bringing resurrection. The God who loves us knows firsthand the rotten fruit of political oppression. They have commanded and blessed name changes. They are father and mother, beyond and encompassing our ideas of gender. To all my trans siblings: I am so lucky to know you, to see your God-given gifts, to be present in your joy. I pray today especially for those for whom visibility brings danger, and for those only fully seen by God. The Lord bless you and keep you. The Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you. The Lord look upon you with favor and give you peace. Amen.

#it is soooo scary right now in my country and i'm in your corner. i'm holding your hand and i love you so much #notes: #debate/disagreement/hot takes can go in my inbox please! not on this post #quoting Genesis 16:13 Colossians 1:16 and Numbers 6:24-26 #for name changes see Abram/Abraham Jacob/Israel and Saul/Paul! #and no one ask me if I'm trans the answer is no but yes hope this helps 🙏

[fixing-bad-posts]

Heya, I really really hope this doesn't come off as particularly rude, but I was wondering, why would bisexual women be considered lesbians sometimes and I think you also brought up transgender men and genderqueer ppl? For bisexual women, I just am kinda confused, they can be in lesbian relationships and lesbian spaces, but just describing them as lesbians seems kinda confusing because lesbian denotes specifically sapphic attraction at least from where I've always heard it, so wouldn't it be kinda confusing. And for the genderqueer folks or trans folks, wouldn't that just bring their genders closer to feminine and at least from what I've heard from some pple I know, they don't like non binary being seen as more womanly (I've heard it being described as woman-lite before annoying) and instead seen as a more inbetween which it sometimes isn't, because of bigotry and other things since nbs can be both fem or masc or androgynous, but wouldn't non woman lesbians kinda push it to be seen as kinda more fem or that person as more fem? I don't know and frankly I'm just kinda confused. I'm really really sorry that this probably comes off as super rude and I hope you forgive me. I frankly just want to learn a little more and have been reading up but wanted to know what you thought. And I just realized how long this was, so so sorry

hello anon! these days, i usually don’t answer asks like these because i’ve already done so several times, but you seem very well-meaning and confused, so i’ll do my best to help. first of all, please check my faq for resources and links about mspec labels and bi lesbians.

second of all—generally—here is my advice for when you encounter a queer label that confuses you:

1) literally just ignore it until you...

2) meet someone in your life who uses that label, at which point you might (respectfully) ask them what using that label means to them specifically, and why it’s important. i’ve done this in real life. the script is something like,

“it’s really cool to get to talk to someone in real life about this stuff—if i may ask, what does identifying as [insert label] mean to you, personally?”

you might also say,

“i’ve never met someone who identifies with [their label] before. would you mind giving me some pointers on the important things to keep in mind in order to respect your identity/make sure you feel respected by me?”

i’ve also never asked anyone to correct me if i mess up and say something rude, but i’m working on the confidence and charisma to be able to say that, because i owe that to others.

all of that said, i wanted to respond to some of your specific questions, and clarify a couple of things below the cut. to clarify:

1. “describing [bisexual women] as lesbians seems kinda confusing because lesbian denotes specifically sapphic attraction”. to be clear i am not the one describing bisexual women as lesbians, in this hypothetical situation. when i post about bi-lesbians, i am posting in support of people who—for whatever reason—chose that label for themselves. what i am not doing: advocating to redefine the classically understood definition of lesbian for the entire populous.

2. “wouldn’t it be kinda confusing”? yes! i understand it can be confusing, and i commend you for expressing your confusion instead of reacting in disgust or anger. there are so many things in the queer community that are confusing, even to me, and you don’t need to feel guilty for asking questions as long as you come from a place of genuine curiosity. being confused isn’t bad, and defining yourself in a way that confuses others is, likewise, no transgression.

3. “for the genderqueer folks or trans folks, wouldn’t [identifying as a lesbian] just bring their genders closer to feminine […] wouldn’t non woman lesbians […] be seen as kinda more fem”? the answer is: sort of. it depends entirely on how and why the person using this label came to these words. you wrote, “i’ve heard from some pple i know, they don’t like non binary being seen as more womanly”, and i have definitely also heard that! so, for people who feel that way, they probably wouldn’t want a label that evokes womanhood and/or aligns them with femininity assigned to them. but every person is different—so for some nonbinary people, they absolutely do not want to be seen as “woman-lite”, whereas for other nonbinary people, they might want to be seen closer to femme than masc, while still nonbinary. this goes back to what i said at the beginning: best practice is to ask the people in your life how they want you to respect them.

closing thoughts: i hope this clarified some things, but i understand that the topic may still be confusing—feel free to message me if you want a non-judgmental queer to talk things through with. i promise i’ll take you in good faith <3

#ask fbp #anon ask

[fuctacles]

Touching tiddies is an 8th level spell, and I'm at a measly 3

"suck" | 480 | for @steddiemicrofic | Rated M | no cw | tags: transfem!Steve, mommy kink

"Wanna touch them?" she asked, surprising herself. Like some horny demon possessed her for a second. But in the face of Eddie's blank gaze, she pressed on. "It's okay, Robin did too."

His expression even worsened after that.

"Uh, actually. Are you and Robin, like…"

Stevie frowned.

"I thought we were past that. What the fuck?"

"Well, yeah-! But-!" Eddie flailed to explain himself. "Now you're a girl so maybe…" he shrugged.

Stevie couldn't help the sour expression her face twisted into.

"Maybe if we met now. But I needed her to realize shit about myself, so," she smiled. "I think we were meant to be sisters."

Eddie smiled back.

"So, do you want to? Because I'm getting kinda cold."

He bit his lip.

"Would that mean we are sisters too?"

There was no hiding the disappointment on her face.

"If you want to."

"I don't," he answered quickly, catching her gaze. "Is that okay?"

She nodded, and finally, with a lot of hesitance, he reached out.

"Can't believe the first tiddies I ever touch are trans tiddies."

"Disappointed?"

"Honoured," he corrected. "Pretty sure that's skipping some levels. Like casting an 8th level spell while being on 3rd."

She snorted because, of course, he turned it into a nerd thing to cover his nervousness.

The movement dislocates the finger grazing the edge of her areola and sends it rubbing across her nipple. She inhales sharply and presses her lips together.

"Sorry, they are super sensitive now," she said.

"Damn, and here I was hoping you were happy to see me."

"I always am."

Stevie reaches out for his other hand to put it on her chest. He holds his breath. Flexes his fingers oh so delicately, like he could still pretend it was just a twitch of his muscles.

She presses harder, and Eddie finally takes the hint. She smiles, soft and pleased, and asks:

"Wanna suck them?"

Eddie's brain blanks.

"C'mon, don't you?"

He nods, it's all he can do. It's hesitant, worried she could take it back any moment.

She let go of one of his hands and grasped the back of his head, putting just a little bit of pressure, but he went easily, falling forward into her chest, lapping the salt off her skin. He pressed the flat of his tongue to her nipple and she let out a shuddering breath.

"Don't be shy," she encouraged.

Finally, he closed his lips around one of her small tits and started sucking.

"A-ah! Yes, like that. My sweet boy," she praised, cradling his head. He whined around her. "Doing so good for mommy."

Eddie froze. Before she could take it back, he doubled down, pushing her back onto the couch, hands and mouth working on ravishing her chest.

"Oh, we like that? Like being momma's good boy?"

Maybe there were more perks to transition than she first thought.

#stevie harrington #transfem stevie #steddie #eddie munson #stranger things #mine #steve harrington #ff #st #steddie fanfiction #stranger things 4 #steddie microfic #steddiemicroficoctober #this is going to be a full one shot eventually #bc ive attempted this FOUR TIMES #everytime went overboard with words #cj x steddiemicrofic #stevierything

[candiid-caniine]

Hey! Long time no see, i know i said id send you a fantasy i thought you'd like but now ive forgotten almost all of it, oop!

Life happened, and uh, i saw that you mentioned your libido being a bit low, which definitely is my case too (im recovering from depression, now that im okay id love to get my FULL libido back, or at least a good percentage of it) do you have any tips on that?

Also any recs of blogs writing in the same vibe as you? (same-ish kinks would be nice but im specifically looking for queer inclusive stuff!) it makes me 10x hornier than the regular video/photo porn!

Hope you're well, you pathetic little thing!

💫

hi friend!! ugh i feel you. sorry i haven't got any advice on regaining ur libido...we just let mine wax and wane as it will, though denial has been a big help in keeping it steady!

i've heard good things abt ginseng and some other herbs. obvs use at your own risk, mind that some herbal treatments can cross-interact with certain medications, remember that pre-packaged supplement pills are often unregulated and may contain toxins, and be aware that some herbal remedies work better on pw certain anatomy than others, and finally that many herbal remedies considered to increase libido are largely untested on trans folx!

finally, sorry it's taken so long to answer this ask...i'm autistic and have been cataloguing lol. i present to you a list of other blog recs under the cut, organized by general vibe! i've tried to primarily include blogs that do their own posts rather than those who primarily reblog :)

note that my headings may provide some context as to what to expect, but you read at your own risk and each blog will typically have its own trigger warnings addressed in the header/pinned. additionally, i've not tagged some of the ppl below because they prefer that "Men DNI" blogs not interact, and idk if "no cis men" qualifies ahah!

all blogs below are queer- and/or trans-inclusive, if not exclusive! there is no detrans/misgendering, at least I don't think - i don't tend to follow those blogs.

hard kinks (blood, knives, etc; includes primarily-cnc blogs):

@puppy-mommy , who also does general t4t kink content, but does state untagged hard kinks!

@visciousest is someone whose blog i scroll when i'm in a Certain Mood ahah,, i won't elaborate

@hell-hound-bites: just. fuck. would drool on his knife blade.

@snuff-fag: its username should give you fair warning as to how wild its content tends to get, so please browse responsibly.

@condor-bait is taking a break right now, and all my love is with him as he takes care of himself. he made me feel so valid and so fuckable as a young trans person learning to love myself in a new way, and i've always been too shy to tell him how much his content meant to me one-on-one (yes, despite its often-extreme themes!), and he deserves as much time as he needs to heal!

@unwillingfvckpuppy for mostly cnc and medical kinks! if you like his style, but not so much their harder content, he also has a more-tame main blog--i just mainly follow/scroll this one!

@vampvictim: top-tier cnc/intox stuff, plus some great knife/bloodplay :)

@cryptidtid is wonderful and holy shit i follow a lot of hard kink blogs lol. incredible

@cnc-pet: i have been following her for a long ass fucking time lol. they post a lot of really good cnc and stories, but you'll also find a lot of aftercare tips and advice on her blog! i really admire blogs who try to balance horny content with best practices

@dollobotomy

general kinky content:

@excessively-queer . just plain old good shit :) there's a good amt of edging and degradation.

@clouded-king was honestly one of my earlier introductions to the queer/t4t kink community on here and how fucking euphoric it can be :) he posts some hard kinks, but generally it's a balance of a lot of different kinks so read his pinned at your leisure!

@ / cottontailx : just good kinky nsft posts :)

@ / digitalpenetration: often specifically t4t which i love!!

@femmelovefemme can step on me :)

@bigothteddies: could not build this section w/o mentioning him :) they had a big influence on my fantasies for a long time!

@hazelj-xoxo: bigtime want her to cuck me. have followed her across multiple blog deletions lol

@transpidered is forever an icon!

@subspaceemo

@writefinch for great stories and text posts

edging and denial, specifically:

@6irlpet is 1 of my go-to hands-down-pants scroll sessions :)

@droolkink is my inspiration!

@flustersluts does exactly what the name implies lol. a good helping of other kink content too :)

@puppycvnt is a 10/10!

@barkwoofbarkwoofbark: we r denial friends imo!!

@strawbrrysub

@blyssful-abyss

@urhighnessbitch is a big fav <3

non-detrans genderplay:

@butchviolence does amazing butch supremacy stuff and i,,, fucking hell. even just seeing their username puts me in a Particular state of mind ahah. they also post hard kinks so be aware as you proceed!

@mtfdomme: i literally just reblogged from her today lol. tbh i want to be their little stupid pupthing. it's not all transfem supremacy undertones/overtones, but that's what i mainly follow her for, plus just general t4t goodness! also, their general personality? and the way she shuts down people who disrespect their boundaries? huge inspiration for me!

@cuntboydestroyer: take me to the animal shelter and neuter me. good lord.

@the-kind-of-dame is the main inspiration for my recent genderplay post lol

@terfbreaking-tgirl (be warned of dykebreaking if that's an issue for you)

@barbarian-lesbian is my other inspiration for the recent genderplay post

@superiorineveryway

weird asf (/complimentary; my favorite type of shit. robots, ND-focused posts, etc):

@specksizedgoddess has introduced me to things i didn't know, like...existed, and that's saying a lot as one of my special interests is kink! never knew how down bad i was to be a tiny buggirl, nor how much i wanted to be someone's stupid little robot... BIG tw tho: there is snuff and gore content here, so proceed with caution if you don't wanna see that!

@sapphling fucked me up real good with some bird!sub bondage posts awhile back lol

@nobelisha: found them through their ghost cnc post so that's why they're in this category ahah! they don't have a pinned so proceed w awareness :)

@devout-cleric: hierophilia/religion kink, and i'm something of an acolyte of hers :) if you've read this far down you may as well know i'm her Little Lamb anon lol

piss/omo:

@latenightomo

@pissheartmybeloved - their URL makes me crack up every time, plus good content!

@hold-it-a-little-longer - good scenarios/imagines!

@ohmyrashi - (i think) my original intro to omo!

monsterfucking/terato:

@septimus-moonlight was my first real introduction to trans-positive terato and i've never settled for half-fun cis-oriented terato ever since :) mind tags!

@eggedbellies as well!

@bredpun doesn't appear to be active lately but still good for a scroll!

@steamandcream

@of-mutts-and-men

#t4t nsft #asks #gen #denial #h/d #advice #💫 anon

[lavenderlegends]

can you fall in love after a single kiss?

ship: stiles/derek prompt: crisp air characters: erica, scott, isaac, danny, jackson, allison mention, boyd mention cw: drinking tags: college au, fluff word count: 2.6k ao3 ♞♚♞♚

"Ahhhh," Stiles says, as he steps out into the crisp fall air. He looks over at Erica. "Do you feel that?"

"Hm?" she says, looking up from her phone. "What's that?"

"The air! Fall has begun!" Stiles exclaims. He nudges her. "C'mon, why aren't you enjoying this?"

"Because," Erica says, looking back down at her phone as they walk down the path towards the parking lot. "I've got a lot going on at the moment."

"Mhm, it's that guy, isn't it?" Stiles asks, trying to peek at her screen. She hides it from him with a pointed expression.

"None of your business," she answers.

"Ugh. Well, will I at least see you at Danny's party?" Stiles shoves his hand into his pocket, searching for his Jeep keys. Erica doesn't answer by the time he's pulled out the bi flag lanyard, so he pouts. "Ericaaaa, midterms are over. We have to celebrate. Please tell me you're coming to Danny's party."

"What?" she asks, looking up at him. "Oh. Danny's party. Yes. I'll be there."

"Will he be there?" Stiles asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

Erica's face flushes in a way he's never seen before. She shrugs. "Maybe."

"I can't wait to meet the mystery man, then."

"He's not a mystery man. He's just a guy I met at the library." Erica bites her bottom lip when they reach his Jeep and are about to say goodbye. He doesn't rush to open the door.

"What is it?"

"I think... oh my god, I can't believe I'm even thinking this, let alone saying this... but..."

"Spit it out already," Stiles says, shaking with impatience. He should've taken his Adderall today, but definitely forgot. He likes to pretend he does better studying without it, but his most recent midterm would prove otherwise.

Erica ducks her head. "I think he's, like, the one."

"What," Stiles blurts. He doesn't mean to, really, but he's never ever heard Erica talk like this and they've been best friends since kindergarten. Stiles waits until she lifts her head up again before he asks, "Are you possessed?"

She shakes her head.

Stiles blinks. "Holy shit, Erica! That's huge. I never thought you'd settle down for a boyfriend, let alone the one."

Erica lets out a soft laugh. "Yeah, me neither. I don't know what it is about him, Stiles, but he gets me."

"Does he...?"

"Know I'm trans? Yeah," Erica says, nodding. "I know. It's strange, isn't it? I don't think I've ever been on a second date before."

"But this guy?"

"This guy," Erica confirms, a shy smile crossing her lips. "This guy is something else. Listen, I'm going to go shopping before Danny's party. I want to look good. I'll catch up with you later?"

"Sounds good."

"And if you tell anyone what I said--"

He laughs. "As if anyone would believe me."

"True." Erica grins, and bounces away with a skip in her step. Stiles stares after her.

This party is going to be one to remember.

Erica's in love. It's obvious. She just met the guy a week ago, but some things are undeniable.

He smiles to himself as he gets into his Jeep. Maybe, just maybe, the one for him is at the party tonight too.

♞♚♞♚

Stiles shows up a little late, but he meant to be on time. He even set like six alarms to stop his ADHD from getting in the way, but alas, it was pointless. He just hopes Danny isn't mad.

"There you are!" Danny's voice comes when Stiles enters the kitchen.

"Hey, sorry." Stiles hands him a bag of ice. "I know, I know. Super late. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Derek also brought ice."

Stiles jerks his head back. "You asked Derek to bring you ice too?"

"I did," Danny says. "Figured you'd be late. I've known you since high school, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah," Stiles says, rolling his eyes. "I just can't believe you asked Mr. Grumpy Pants to bring ice. It's like asking a bear to step out of their cave while they're hibernating."

"Ha, ha," a sarcastic, dry tone comes from behind him.

Stiles jumps and whips around to see Derek freaking Hale standing behind him. He groans. "Are you everywhere? I swear, you have the hearing of a bat."

Derek tilts his head. "You shouldn't be that surprised to see me. I am Danny's roommate."

"Mhm," Stiles says. "Don't remind me."

Stiles and Derek haven't gotten along since first semester of first year. The guy has been nothing but rude and grumpy to Stiles. His theory is that Derek's in love with Danny, especially because his attitude just got worse after he learned that Stiles and Danny used to hook up in high school.

But Danny's been dating Jackson pretty much since they started college, so Stiles doesn't get why Derek's not over him yet.

"Alright, I'm off to find Scott and Isaac!" Stiles announces, before muttering, "'Cause I can't stand to be around you anymore."

Derek snorts. "Like I want to be around you either."

"Can't we be nice for one night?" Danny pleads, but Stiles just tosses his hand in the air and walks towards the living room.

Erica's talking to a very handsome guy in the corner, and she's twirling her hair. He freezes, watching them. He's never seen her twirl her hair before. Ever. But there she is, giggling, and looking up at this guy with the biggest heart-eyes he's ever seen.

"Oh my god, I can't believe it," Isaac says, suddenly appearing at Stiles' side. Scott joins him on the other side. "I've never seen Boyd talk so much to a girl before."

"Yeah, it's a bit weird," Scott says. "Erica's like... usually on the prowl by now."

"Jesus," Stiles mutters. "You make her sound like a cougar."

"Well, you know what I mean. She eats boys up and spits them out. It's her thing," Scott says. "I've never seen her so... infatuated before."

"That's a great word for it, honey," Isaac says, grinning. He shares a look with Scott, and Stiles groans. "What?"

"You two are also disgustingly in love," Stiles mutters. "Everyone seems to be these days!"

"Calm down," Scott says, but he's still got a moony look towards Isaac on his face. "You'll find the right person soon."

"Uh-huh." Stiles sighs. "I'm going to find Lydia. You two are making me nauseated."

He doesn't wait for them to protest, but heads out to the balcony. He smiles when he finds Lydia alone. She takes a long sip of her drink before looking at him.

"Nice night out, huh?" Stiles asks.

"Yeah." Lydia sighs. "I wish Ally was here tonight."

"Why isn't she?" Stiles asks, glancing back through the windows as if he might magically spot her.

"She went home to visit her parents."

"Are you two...?"

"Yeah," Lydia admits. "We're keeping it on the downlow for now. I mean, her breakup with Kira is still pretty fresh. But..."

"Damn." Stiles rubs his face. "Everyone seems to be in a relationship these days."

Lydia pats his shoulder. "I'm sorry, darling. You'll find someone. I just know it."

"Yeah. That's what they keep telling me." Stiles sighs.

Lydia finishes her drink and then says, "I'm going back inside. You coming?"

"I think I'll stay out here for now." Stiles doesn't care if he shivers. Nothing is going to make him go back inside now.

Erica has Boyd. Danny's with Jackson. Scott and Isaac have been dating for almost a year. Now Lydia and Allison? When is it going to be his turn?

Stiles stretches his neck before leaning over the edge of the balcony. He's looking into a parking lot, and it's not very exciting, but he can sort of see the city lights from here, and that's nice. He guesses.

He's not drunk enough for this.

Maybe he should ditch the party, curl up, and watch Disney Plus. Anything would be better than this. Being alone. Again. As always.

"Room for one more out here?"

Stiles freezes at the sound of Derek's voice before turning. "What do you want?"

"Thought maybe we could talk." Derek shuts the door gently behind him. "What do you say?"

"Whatever," Stiles mutters.

"What's your problem with me?" Derek asks, as if he doesn't already know. Stiles glances at him again but can't stare too long because his heart has started to pound.

He's never actually been alone with Derek before.

"Like you don't know," Stiles mutters.

"I don't," Derek says, flatly.

"You've been nothing but rude to me, and you only got ruder once you learned about my history with Danny."

Derek blinks. "What are you talking about?"

"Sure. Play dumb." Stiles rolls his eyes. He turns to face Derek now, surprised at how close they are together. It's not a huge balcony, but it's not that small either.

Derek looks down at Stiles, just slightly, and asks, "Talk to me like I'm dumb."

"Fine." Stiles lifts his head and bites his lip. Derek's eyes are unwavering on his. "You are the rudest person I have ever met. You totally changed your vibe around me after the news about Danny and I came out. You were stiffer, and not in like, a fun way. You wouldn't look me in the eyes. You just... grunted. A lot. Danny was my first. I was his first. It was all very sweet, but just because you're in love with Danny, doesn't mean you have like... claim on him. He's his own person. And he chose Jackson. So, I don't get why you're such an asshole to me."

Stiles is shaking now, but he doesn't care.

The crisp fall air has turned cold.

And then...

Derek kisses him.

Stiles would jerk back if he had the ability to think. But Derek's lips are hot against his, and suddenly, Stiles is grabbing onto Derek's sweater, and holding him there.

He'd be lying if he said this hadn't popped into his mind before. But he never thought... never in a million years imagined... never...

Derek pulls away, but not far.

His voice is soft but gruff when he says, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Then he turns on his heels and walks back into the party. As if he hadn't just given Stiles the best kiss of his life.

"What the fuck?" Stiles whispers, bringing his shaking fingers up to his lips.

He doesn't know what to make of that, so he stays out on the balcony until it's too cold, and then when he goes back into the party, Derek's already gone.

♞♚♞♚

He can't stop thinking about it. He might actually understand Erica's obsession with her phone and Boyd now. Stiles waits. He waits for some sort of flicker of hope that maybe Derek kissing him was real. That maybe it wasn't a fluke.

But no notifications ever come. No Instagram follow. No accidental Tweet like. Not even a Facebook friend request.

Stiles hates it.

♞♚♞♚

"Hey darling, I'm sorry, but I have to bail on our shopping trip today," Lydia tells him on the phone a few days later. "Allison had a rough time at home, and came back to campus early. I'm going to go over to hers, is that okay?"

"Yeah, of course," Stiles says, absentmindedly.

"Okay, thank you!" Lydia sends kisses through the phone and hangs up.

It takes him a minute to realize they've said goodbye and she's gone.

He's busy staring at Danny's messages in Whatsapp and debating on what to say.

Nothing sounds right.

hey your dumb roommate kissed me

hey can you fall in love after a single kiss

hey I was wondering if I could come over?

The last one, he sends.

Danny gives him a thumbs-up and Stiles makes his way over. He hesitates at the door, but it swings open and Jackson stands there.

"Jesus!" Jackson says. "You almost gave me a heart attack, Stilinski. What are you doing here?"

"Uhhh."

"We're going to hang out and play some video games!" Danny's voice comes from somewhere in the apartment.

"That," Stiles says.

"Alright," Jackson replies, shaking his head. "Just, like, knock next time." He pauses to call back to Danny. "Love you!"

"Love you too!" Danny shouts.

Jackson heads out and leaves the door open for Stiles. He slowly inches his way into the apartment and shuts the door behind him.

"Is, uh, Derek here?" Stiles asks.

"Huh?" Danny says, coming into the living room. He wears a bright smile. "No, no. He hasn't been around all week. Studying for some big test he has next week, I guess. The apartment's all ours."

"Where's Jackson going?"

"Oh, his dad's in town, so they're having dinner."

Danny gives Stiles a quick hug. "C'mon, let's play."

"Sure."

It's reasonable of Danny to assume Stiles wants to play a video game, but all he wants to do right now is ask about Derek. He shoves his questions deep down though.

At least, until he can't hold it in any longer. They're three hours deep into the newest game Danny bought and Stiles blurts, "Why would Derek kiss me?"

Danny freezes, pauses the game, and turns to look at Stiles. "He did what now?"

"He kissed me. At your party. On that balcony. Last week." Stiles breathes. He's finally told someone else and it feels good. "Why... why would he do that?"

"I... I honestly don't know," Danny says, slowly. His eyebrows come together. "Although, now that I think about it, he does ask about you sometimes."

"He does?" Stiles asks, hating how hopeful he sounds.

"Yeah. Like he asked if I had heard from you after the party," Danny explains. "I thought it was a little weird, but... Derek's kind of weird, y'know? Keeps to himself a lot."

"Right." Stiles bites his lip. "Okay, you know what, let's not talk about it anymore. Pretend it never happened."

Because that's what Derek's doing.

"Sure thing," Danny says, and hits play on the game. Stiles is almost instantly killed.

♞♚♞♚

Stiles is walking to class with Erica through the courtyard when he finally sees Derek for the first time since the party.

"Hey, I'm not feeling well suddenly." Stiles puts a hand over his stomach. "Dairy issues."

Erica scrunches her nose. "Gross, Stiles. You really don't need to tell me that every time. And also, stop eating dairy!"

Normally, he'd laugh, but he's too tense. "Catch you back at home?"

"Sure. Feel better," Erica says, kissing him on the cheek.

Stiles waits until she's in the building and out of sight before he crosses the courtyard. His heart pounds so loud he can hear it. He's losing his nerve the closer he gets, but he doesn't stop.

"You kissed me."

Derek swings his head up from his textbook. He meets Stiles' eyes and calmly says, "Yes."

"Why?" Stiles asks, slipping into the picnic table bench. "Because I've been thinking and thinking and nothing makes sense except--"

"I have a crush on you." Derek says it so clear-as-day, it almost shakes Stiles' core.

"But why?"

Derek swallows before answering. He keeps his voice low. "Because you are so unafraid to be yourself. Because you clearly care about our mutual friends. Because you show up with ice even when you're an hour late. Because you're loud and obnoxious and funny and a smart ass. Because you don't care that my parents are rich and my dad's the dean of our school. You treat me the exact same way. You don't tiptoe around me or ask me for favours or try to get in good with me to get in with my dad."

Stiles blinks. He's positive that at some point Danny told him about Derek's parents, but he didn't realize that people... did that to Derek because of them. He swallows.

"I... I see."

"Does that answer your question?" Derek asks.

"Yes. But I have one more."

Derek simply stares at him.

Stiles musters up all his courage and says, "Can we do it again?"

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[abravesoul03]

THE DEVIL WITHIN?!

(Wolf'lo Chocol's ver. Part II)

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Warning: (Angst/Both Chocol and reader apologizing/Chocol has a gun?/ Chocol has a nose bleed/mentions of shooting/blood/if you pay attention, maybe mention of human trafficking?)

A/N: Heyy love's I'm back with part II of the devil within chocol ver. I hope you guys like it!❤️‍🔥

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Gayoung turned towards you, as your head hung low hearing the news as well.

Your pic was then flashed on the screen.

"Y/N L/N?"

"y-your underaged?" Her hands trembled as she sat down on the edge facing you with immense guilt.

Tears pricked at your eyes. Soon you broke down, your knees held close to your chest.

Gayoung was lost, she wasn't sure what has to be done in this situation. Yes she has done this before with other girls but with you it was different.

She would immediately send them away after she had satisfied herself. But you she kept in her hold all night long. It could have been the affect of the alcohol or whatever but believe it or not she had fallen in love with you in first sight.

"Yah Yong-seo, I need a girl tonight."

"Sure Miss Jo, any type you want- oh wait actually I have a new recruit. I'll send you a pic."

"A new recruit? How is she?"

"She has an amazing body, legs, she smaller and she's '23.'"

"Mhmm fine, just make it quick. Tell her to not get on my bad side. I'm already fucking pissed with my job."

"Alright Miss Jo, will do."

As the call ended, Gayoung got a message from number she previously conversed with.

*2 pictures attached*

Her jaw dropped looking at your pictures. Your lips, eyes, nose... Looked amazing. Something poked her heart. You were perfect. She wanted, no she needed you.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do this. P-please don't call the police. I'll j-just go away if you let m-me go."

Your broken voice and sniffles brought her back. She immediately went over to your side and hugged you thight but careful as to not hurt you anymore.

"No don't cry, it's not your fault. I'm the one who has to be sorry. And no, I won't report you to the police. But I just need one thing from you. Will you do it?"

Her eyes made contact with your in hopes of getting an awnser. You were confused, was gonna she ask you to sleep with her again? Was she gonna torcher you again? Worst, is she gonna kill you?

You were anxious but nod lightly.

"I just need you to trust me please. I know you wouldn't but just this once please. I'll keep you safe from everyone. I promise."

You didn't know what to say. Soon she picked you up gently. Going to the bathroom.

"let's get cleaned up first."

She sat you in the tub, and opened the tap with right temperature.

"Is it ok if I helped you clean up?"

You didn't answer her. Maybe you didn't trust her enough yet.

" It's ok if you don't want to though, I can leave."

She turned on her heels about leave the bathroom before she felt a hand gripping her own.

"stay." You wanted her help.

She slowly cleaned you up, from washing your hair to soaping up your body.

"look about yesterday night, Yong-seo told me you were over 20, that's why I just went you know. If I knew better, I wouldn't have even laid a finger on you."

"It's o-ok, I'm the one who accepted his offer by being his worker."

Gayoung kept quiet. Soon after the both of were cleaned up she carried you back to bed. She dressed you up in one of her shorts and her oversized shirt. It smelled of as an expensive perfume.

"I see that you don't have a change of clothes. I hope mine aren't too big."

Again things went quite. Gayoung pulled out her phone and dialed a familiar number.

"Hello? How was she miss Jo-"

"Shut the fuck up bastard. Send me account number and the amount you want for that girl. After you've got the money don't look for her ever again." She ended the call as soon after she got a notification from Yong-seo. A few minutes later around 15million was transferred from her account.

She turned you giving you an assuring smile.

"He won't bother you again."

GAYOUNG'S POV

I promise to take care of her. It's almost time to check out. I gather my things and looked at her. She was starting at wall, all blank. She must be hungry? Scared? Confused? Maybe all?

"Uhm y/n? Let's go, I'm going bring you back to my place, you'll be safe there-"

A knock on the door interrupted me.

"ma'am it's room service, we have got your extra towel." A voice was heard, we didn't ask for room service at all.

I put my index finger on my lips indicating y/n to be quite. I fished in my bag and grabbed my gun.

Please don't let it be Him. Just please don't at least not now that is. I took cautious steps towards the door, gun in hand. As I was about to peep through the peephole, the door was kicked open from the other side.

It didn't hit me as I moved away in time. It was a guy in all black outfit, I aimed my gun at him. He kicked it out my hand and pinned me to the ground.

"get your fucking hands off of me fucker!!"

A punch was delivered to my face. It hurt, I could feel my nose get wet. It's probably blood.

"shut up you filthy bitch." His gaze slowly turn to y/n's direction. "Ouh what do we have here-AHH!"

Gave him a harsh kick to his center as his grip loosened on my hands. I managed to get up and retreat my gun as he wailed in pain.

I grabbed his shirt, gun pointing right on his forehead.

"Did he send you?"

"none of your fucking-FUCK YOU FUCKING CUNT!!"

I shot his right leg.

"answer my fucking question. Say anything irrelevant to my question, it'll be your left leg next."

I gritted my teeth, repositioning the gun to his forehead.

"YES!! Yes it w-was please l-let me go-"

*BANG*

I shot him, as his body fell on the floor. Soon it become lifeless and pooled with blood.

I could my own blood dripping, I wipped my nose with the back of my sleeve.

I quickly put away gun and took my bag, and carried y/n on my back.

"I'll explain everything, when we're at my place I promise." She looked pale, she must've gotten scared. Fuck what were you thinking Jo Gayoung?

I rushed down to my car, seating her in the passenger seat and getting myself in the driver seat of my Supra.

How did he know I was here?

-TO BE CONTINUED-

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A/N: What do you guys think? Part III?🥹

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[gnreadergames]

Weird Science

Egon Spengler x Named FTM!Male Oc

Content warnings: Some sexual tension leading into non-graphic sexual content, mostly sickeningly sweet shit, Egon’s a lil crazy, Alex likes em cooky, doctor kink?? Is that a thing? Idk, either way a PHD title is used in a way no one should use a PHD title. Unless they are freaks like me :3

A/N: Crawling out of my hole I’ve been in for *checks watch* like almost a year to bring you this. I have no excuses guys I just rewatched my favorite movie and wanted to fuck the science man again. Super self indulgent, also for my trans readers because I’ve noticed a lot of yall thirsting after this man are trans. Congratulations my niche little subjects, here’s some food.

Word count: 13,971. - Yes you read that right. I just really wanted to write some gooey porn about the science man okay?

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Egon Spengler sat alone in the firehouse, surrounded by the various specimen he had collected from a bust and the various machines created to catch and contain ghosts. He had just finished running diagnostics on the Proton Packs, fixing a bug that Peter had showed him on his, and was in the process of cataloging and tagging some new samples he had collected on their last bust of a succubus in a hotel.

Alex was quiet about accessing the stairs. The door to the bottom always squeaked but he made sure to pull it open extra slowly this time, and somehow successfully managed to make it all the way up to the top of the 2nd floor completely silently. Egon was perched at the main table in the kitchen up top. Its circular surface was covered with bagged petri-dishes, spore samples, and various robotic gadgets he guessed were for ghost hunting. He deftly approached from behind.

Egon’s head was down, nose intently tucked into whatever journal he was writing in now as Alex tiptoed up behind him and every so suddenly crouched down beside him to ear level and said, in a level inside voice, ‘Whatcha’ up to Spengs’?”.

Egon startled. It was Alex. It was rare for anyone to just come up behind him at the firehouse, but given recent events, he wasn't really surprised. He put down his pen, looking to get a better look at Alex.

"Hm? Oh, just going over the findings from our last bust. And the latest samples. It's all pretty...standard stuff, really. Nothing worth getting excited about."

“Yeah? Thought molds spores and fungi were your type of fun, guy-“ Alex laughed a little at his own joke, hand brushing the back of the chair and inadvertently brushing ever so briefly against Egon’s bare neck. Alex blushed slightly and hoped Egon was too focused to have noticed as he took a seat next to him.

Egon glanced up from his notes. Despite Alex making his presence very obvious, Egon had been so engrossed in his work that he barely noticed. Now, he was caught, and clearly flustered.

"Right. It's not that this sort of stuff isn't interesting. It's just..." He paused, trying to come up with the right words. "It's less exciting than seeing ghosts, you know? There's much less danger to it."

Alex cocked his head, curious. ”So is that why you do it?” He asked.

He thought for a moment, considering how to answer this question.

"In a sense, I suppose. There is always the hope that when I'm out investigating, I might encounter something truly new. Something unexpected and unpredictable. Something that could turn the whole study of ghosts on its head. And believe me, it's been a long time since we've had a true breakthrough in ghost related research."

“Is it the danger or is it the superiority? The control?” Alex blurted out without really thinking. When he realized what he said and how odd of a question it was “I just mean…” he stammered, “Do you think you like the danger, or do you like being in control? Do you like feeling powerful over the ghosts? Do you like the chase and the win? Kinda like a game…” Alex mumbled off, blushing. He felt like he only further incriminated himself into his line of thinking.

Egon laughed quietly. Clearly he wasn't offended by the question, even if it was a rather strange one. He was also more than a little intrigued.

"There is certainly an element of control, I must admit. I do like to think that I know what I'm doing out there." He paused, still smiling. "But at the same time, I'm also just as much at the mercy of the ghosts. There's always a certain...risk that I think I enjoy."

“Hm. You work in interesting ways ‘Spengs…” Alex hummed thoughtfully. His posture became a little more relaxed as he rested forward, chin on his elbow watching Egon tag samples and hum along to a janky radio he had sitting on an adjacent counter of the kitchen.

"Doctor Spengler, if you don't mind," Egon corrected, his tone only half-joking.

He glanced back down at his notes, making a few more small adjustments before finally setting the pen down.

"So you just...came over here to bother me while I work?"

“Mostly. It is my favorite pastime as you know.” Alex smirked, almost cat-like. Egon rolled his eyes, he knew the gentle teasing Alex put him through.

“Also, Doctor Spengler? What am I, one of your patients? Or do you just get a kick out of making people call you that?” Alex teased again, this time dropping his voice a little in a lusty tone that made him laugh trying to get it out in one piece.

Egon smirked, rolling his eyes in return. Alex's teasing was one of the things he actually did kind of enjoy.

”The latter, if I'm being perfectly honest. Not that I'll ever admit it."

He crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair.

"But you have to admit, Doctor is a much nicer title than Mr. Or even Professor. That title's always been a little too pretentious for its own good," he continued to banter.

I like Mr. in…” Alex paused, looking pensively upwards, “certain contexts. Like if you were to get married. Mr. And Mrs. Or er, Mr. And Mr…” Alex said casually. He hadn’t formally come out to Egon but he knew Venkman’s little vermin hands had background checked him enough to know his dating preferences already and his gender. And to be fully honest, he liked Egon more than anybody else here, even if he’d only admit it under extreme duress, or maybe too much alcohol.

So he deserved to know.

Or maybe Alex was a little desperate to share practically anything about himself in hopes of getting closer to the other man.

Egon's eyebrow raised slightly, hearing this. Alex hadn't come out to him directly, but this felt pretty obvious. It wasn't an issue to Egon anyway, but he was curious to know now.

"Alex...are you telling me you're interested in...men?"

He cleared his throat, his tone a bit nervous. He wasn't sure how to react.

“Oh-“ Alex hadn’t expected Egon to ask him so directly. But then again, he never was one for taking hints. “Yeah, I am.”

His face was redder than usual and it was obvious Egon’s bluntness had caught him slightly off guard and flustered him.

“I hope that isn’t a problem with you. I really like…spending time with you Egon.” Alex said. He wanted to leave it vague, for now at least. He didn’t even know if Egon was into men, let alone if Egon considered him a friend let alone a potential romantic interest. He didn’t want to jump the guns too fast here.

Egon looked at him, taking a moment to collect his thoughts.

"Alex...I have no problem with it. I'm very happy to spend time with you as well. I just...wasn't expecting you to say that."

For a moment, he seemed like he was going to say something more. But he held back, thinking better of it, clearly not sure what to actually say right now.

"Just didn't have you pegged as one who...preferred men's company."

“Oh really?” Alex laughed, he could lighten the mood up a bit hopefully. “What did you have me pegged for then, ‘Spengs?” he asked, leaning forward on his elbows curiously.

Egon laughed quietly as well.

"Well, you seem like you'd have an eye for the ladies." He grinned, still in an obviously good-natured way. "If you're into guys, then you're not exactly...what I would call 'typically gay' looking."

“Well…thanks?” Alex laughed. “I’m into women too, so I guess I would be in the middle of whatever spectrum you’re thinking of.”

He crumpled up a loose straw wrapper from Egon’s ginger ale and started to flick it back and forth between his fingers, nervously.

Egon nodded. He didn't seem all that surprised by this; if anything he had always got the sense that Alex was at least a little bit bi-curious, given some of the conversations they'd had.

"Right. The ol' 'bisexual' thing." He joked.

Suddenly he looked at Alex again, with an expression of sudden realization.

"Wait. Wait a minute. Are you...are you saying..."

His eyes widened slightly.

“What? Not so blunt now Egon?” Alex questioned.

“Are you...hitting on me?”

Egon looked at him, and this time his tone seemed to be one of genuine curiosity, mixed with amusement.

“Who said anything about hitting on you? Just thought you should know.” Alex was very clearly red around the apples of his cheeks and ears. He was at least embarrassed, if not caught.

Egon felt something warm and vulnerable flutter underneath one of his ribs. He swallowed.

Alex was stubborn and obviously determined not to be caught this fast in this little game they had been playing, the roughly 3 weeks of back and forth bantering, the casual drink after work when everyone else had already left, and of course, decidedly ignoring whatever happened after the attack on New York when he saw Egon exit the building safely, if not covered in goo.

Even though he, and he’s pretty sure Egon too, both remember it, neither of them have brought it up in a serious manner.

Egon laughed quietly, shaking his head. He was surprised sure, but he certainly wasn't upset. If anything, the opposite.

They were alone together, no one to hear or see anything. No one to interrupt them. Egon took a deep breath.

"Okay. I'll be honest," he said, looking Alex directly in the eye. "If you were trying to get me to figure out you're interested in me, then that definitely did the trick."

Alex smiled. It was different from his usually sly cat-like grin. This time, it was a softer, less slick looking smile with some genuine warmth behind it.

“And why would somebody as astute as the doctor Egon Spengler care about such a thing?” Alex asked, feigning being coy.

Egon had to laugh at that, shaking his head. Alex was a lot of things, but one thing he most certainly was not was subtle.

"I care because..." he paused, his smile becoming a bit broader. Despite their teasing back and forth, he was suddenly being completely genuine.

"Actually, this is probably pretty obvious, but..." He let the rest go unsaid for a moment. He didn't know what he wanted to come next. If he actually wanted to stay casual, or if he wanted more.

Alex swallowed audibly with how quiet the room had gotten suddenly.

“Egon….do you….like me?” Alex asked softly. He felt like he was dreaming, like he would wake up at any moment and this would all have been some fevered imagination of a sickly brain, a brain obsessed with this gorgeous brainiac.

Egon's face was a shade of pink now...a very noticeable pink. He shifted in his seat, clearly a bit flustered.

"I..." he said quietly. "...yes." He raised his hands up slightly, as if trying to steady himself.

"I mean...if you're okay with what that means and all that...is it...alright if I'm honest with you?"

“Please” Alex begged, voice wavering. He wanted this so much he didn’t know how to ask with words. He had practiced this scenario a thousand times over in his head as he tried to fall asleep night after night and still, he didn’t know how to respond to this. “Be honest.”

Egon swallowed, trying to gather his thoughts and his breath.

"Okay...well...I...I don't think I could have made it through the last few months without you." His words came out in spurts, each sentence broken up by pauses as he lost himself in his thoughts.

"There's always been something about you. Something I've found...really irresistible. Your mind, your energy...your...your...ahem...your...um...your...looks" He smirked softly as he finished that last sentence.

Alex flushed bright red.

Up until 10 minutes ago he had doubts the doctor even had the capabilities to be attracted to anybody, much less a man, and to hear that he had potentially been being discreetly checked out around the office made a slight sweat break out under his collared shirt and tie.

Not that he hadn’t been doing the same thing to Egon a few times when he worked… who can blame him? He flushed even harder thinking about one specific time and broke eye contact, embarrassed.

Egon couldn't help but chuckle at this. He could tell that he'd caught a very sensitive nerve. A grin spread across his face as he shook his head, still laughing a bit.

"God you're cute when you get like this," Egon said, almost teasingly.

His tone became more serious again, as he leaned forward a bit closer towards Alex.

"Can I ask you something?"

“Y-“ Alex had to swallow, mouth suddenly becoming dry as Egon leaned ever closer. “Yeah.” His eyes couldn’t look anywhere by Egon now, and he was sure his face was visibly red by now if it wasn’t before.

Egon took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say.

"Before, you said you hadn't formally told me...about...your preferences. Was there a specific reason for this? Because I'd like to know if..."

He stopped there, looking into Alex's warm brown eyes. He took another deep breath.

"Was it because you weren't sure about my preferences?"

Alex caught a nervous laugh. He didn’t want Egon to think he was laughing at him, he was just so relieved they might possibly be on the same page and that this wasn’t another time Alex would be head over heels for another guy that would leave him the first chance he got a hotter woman to look at him.

“Yeah…I was just… curious is all.” Alex looked down at the floor, nervous and a bit embarrassed to be that easy to read. “Took you long enough…I think the others were starting to think I was just weird.”

Egon smirked, letting out an amused sigh.

"Well, they're not necessarily...wrong about that." He said, teasingly as always. But it was clear that he didn't mean it in an offensive way.

When Alex said he was curious, Egon understood. He had always wondered why Alex had never talked much about personal subjects like that. He was starting to see why now.

"Right. Well, I think it's my turn to be honest, yeah?"

“I think it is, doctor.” Alex teased back. Now that he knew Egon liked using that little word he was going to be sure to make it difficult. Especially if this conversation was going the way he thought it was.

Egon grinned, playing along for now.

"Okay. My turn to be honest, then."

He looked at Alex, his expression more serious again.

"I'm still confused on one thing, though. Can I ask you a personal question?"

”Go ahead” Alex said. He supposed he could be honest about it all now since he’d been pretty much found out.

Egon breathed. "Alright. I can't help but notice that after every time we have a bust, something happens between us...how do I say this? More than before. Have you ever...noticed that too?”

Egon paused to take a deep breath, still holding his eye contact. This was the moment of truth. He'd known that for some time now, the two of them were beginning to develop feelings for each other. But he'd held back, not wanting to push it too fast. But now he couldn't hold back anymore. He needed to know if Alex had noticed too.

”I’ve…” Alex had to choose his words carefully. “I’ve noticed it too. When I started working here last year…” Alex shifted nervously and then suddenly became more serious, sitting up and placing his hands on the table. “When I started working here last year I didn’t think much about it. It was supposed to just be a stepping stone to bigger things, being the Ghostbusters official PR manager is nothing to sneeze at and I thought if I just hung out here long enough I could get a job somewhere on Wall Street, bigger things, better pay…” Alex swallowed. “But then I started to like hanging out with you guys. And then we became friends, and suddenly it became a lot harder to see it as just a job. And then after…well to be honest right before the New York attack, that night you walked me home after we were the last two here, I think I sort of thought about you differently than the rest of them.”

Alex didn’t know how to explain it, it was difficult putting it into words. “I think I realized I cared about you more. In a different way I mean. Sure I’m friends with Venkmen and Stanz and Zeddemore, but I didn’t see you like I saw them. I wanted to get to know you more, I knew it when I said goodnight to you and it was snowing on my doorstep. And you smiled at me. I think I knew then. And then of course right after that big attack happened and I thought for sure you were dead, we had no clue how anything was going to play out and I just remembered feeling like I could die of happiness seeing you walk out of that building, and…I guess before I knew it I was already moving to you. I don’t really know why I hugged you, I was just…glad you were okay. I was glad I hadn’t missed my chance with you, I guess. I hadn’t realized how special you were to me.”

Egon's eyes were locked on Alex's every breath, every word. It was like he was seeing him in an entirely different light right now. They'd flirted and teased back and forth before, but everything here sounded so much more genuine and sincere. Like they weren't even playing a game anymore, they were being very real with each other. It was a beautiful thing.

Egon swallowed, his heart pounding inside his chest. He felt like...like this was it.

"Can I be honest with you about something, too?"

“Anything.” Alex breathed. He felt like he was going to explode admitting all of that.

Egon swallowed, his heart pounding even faster. Just like Alex he was ready to explode. But he had to get this off his chest. Now that they'd started, he couldn't think of a reason to stop.

"I've never...I've never felt the way about anyone before the way that I feel about you. I didn't even realize it at first but I've been..." He couldn't believe he was saying all this. "...I've been thinking about you a lot. Too damn much of the time, actually."

Alex smiled, giddy and carefree. He felt a little dizzy with nerves.

“Really?” He breathed, excitedly. “I’m so glad. I can’t stop thinking about you, I felt like I was going crazy. I think even Venkman picked up on it this past month when you went on that blind date Stanz set you up on.”

Egon chuckled, a wide grin on his face.

"Yeah...can't say it was a successful date."

He thought back to the disaster of a date he'd been set up with a few weeks ago. It was pretty damn clear to even Venkman. So maybe they were a little more transparent than they should have been with their feelings of late towards their friend’s attempts to set them up with other people.

"I feel stupid for letting it take this long to acknowledge any of this."

“Maybe we’re both stupid.” Alex thought, dumbly. But he couldn’t let anything dampen his mood right now. He felt like he was floating, almost drunk with happiness.

“So Mr. Scientist,” he said, balancing his chin on his hand and reaching an index finger to fiddle around with the lid of an empty Petri dish in front of him, “tell me about what you think about me. What’s been on that big brain of yours?” He purred.

Egon felt his heart skip a beat when Alex started flirting with him. He wasn't used to it, but he really liked it. What he liked even more was the idea that someone as brilliant and attractive as Alex thought this way about him.

Egon chuckled, his lips curling up into a smirk. "You want me to be honest about what I think about you?"

“Honesty is the best policy” Alex nodded, intrigued.

"Yeah...yeah it definitely is." Egon leaned forward, his gaze even more intense than before.

"I think you're absolutely brilliant. Not just in terms of your science...but your mind itself. That sharp, witty mind of yours is such a...turn on." His smirk became a bit more mischievous as he spoke. "I love it when you try to outwit a person in conversation, when you get all riled up and competitive.... I love even more that I've never seen you lose."

“You have such a way with your stupid words.” Alex giggled. He was sure he was making a fool of himself but he couldn’t believe somebody like the Egon Spengler found him attractive. He could count on one hand the times he’d been this lucky in his entire life.

“You really know how to flatter a guy,” Alex admitted, tracing the rim of the Petri dish with the same finger absentmindedly.

Egon smiled, chuckling at that, but not denying the accuracy.

"I wasn't kidding when I said your mind turns me on."

He leaned in even closer, his gaze burning into Alex's. He looked at the way Alex was tracing the rim of his empty petri dish and had an idea.

"I have a suggestion..."

“Shoot.” Alex said, sharpening the ‘T’ sound, almost bitingly.

Egon swallowed, almost nervous looking. But he thought this would be the perfect way to test the waters, to see just how interested Alex really was before he took it a step further.

"Close your eyes..."

“Okay.” Alex said, cautiously but trusting. He knew Egon wouldn’t hurt him and if anything, not knowing what was coming next and being completely at the will of the other man kind of made him feel safe. It was nice. It made his heart race a little.

He shut his eyes gently, waiting.

Egon smirked, enjoying the game he was playing. He stood up, and slowly started moving behind Alex, his movements very subtle and patient. When he got behind him, he took the same index finger that Alex had been tracing the edge of the Petri dish with and ran it softly, delicately over the back of Alex's neck, sliding it into his hair and slowly running it through.

Alex shivered at the touch.

Christ.

Okay.

He hadn’t been expecting this. Egon wasn’t a touchy person, not even in the throes of victory, so this was new, and honestly thrilling for Alex.

“Egon…” Alex practically purred, keening towards the touch. He liked it. He liked it a lot.

Egon smiled, pleased with the way Alex reacted to it. He decided to go a step further, and slowly, still using only his one index finger, started stroking Alex's hair down his neck, and eventually down his shoulders as he continued to trace a line down Alex's back.

Alex shivered and twitched with every vertebrae that Egon ran his finger past.

“This another one of your experiments, doctor?” Alex teased with a voice lower and slower than normal, but this time the air was thicker with something unspoken and unseen. But it could be very, very felt. Distantly, Alex was glad everyone else had taken this Saturday off.

Egon smirked. He loved that he was making Alex squirm, that he was clearly enjoying this so much. Alex's lower and slower voice made his chest tremble with a mix of emotion. A mix of excitement and fear. He was enjoying this, this flirtatious back and forth, but now he was feeling more daring…

"No experiment...this is something...much more personal."

“And what exactly are you testing here?” Alex asked. He still hadn’t opened his eyes yet, but now he thought he couldn’t bear not being able to see Egon for a second longer. He opened his eyes, and titled his head slightly back and was met with an angled view of his affections.

His heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t expecting Egon to look anything less than well…perfect. But this was new. Egon’s once soft brown eyes looked almost black with how dilated his pupils were, and his olive completion was a richer red tone around his face and ears. He may be more cognitively in control of the situation, but it was good to see that he was just as affected by Alex as he was by Egon.

Egon smirked and stepped even closer, their mouths finally just inches away from one another. He watched as the corners of Alex's lips quivered ever so slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of joy sweep over him.

"My test..." Egon's voice was lower, and more seductive than ever. "...is to see exactly how far I can push it before you can't take it anymore."

As he spoke, he leaned just a tiny bit closer. Their lips were almost touching…

“Egon,” Alex’s voice was barely a whisper but it somehow only came out as a strung out whimper. He titled his head back ever so slightly more and he felt Egon’s breath hot on his lips.

Alex would beg for mercy if he had to. He just wanted Egon. He was so happy he could cry. His entire body felt like it was vibrating with how wired and nervous he was.

Egon knew at this point he couldn't hold back anymore. It was obvious he was just as nervous as Alex was. And in this intense moment, he needed to let him know that. His hands fell to Alex's shoulders and he pulled him even closer, so their chests were pressing sharply up against one another.

Egon's voice was lower than the lowest, as he began to whisper right back.

"God do you know how badly I want you, right now? What I would do to you if I could right this second?"

Alex’s head spun. Who was this? His Egon was quiet and professional, but he couldn’t deny that he hadn’t thought of this side of Egon, better said, dreamed of Egon having a side like this. He knew Egon was a man of control, and rules, but he also knew Egon, like every man, had buttons.

And buttons, could be pressed.

“We’re alone for the day.” Alex reminded. Egon was so close their foreheads were pressed together. Eyes locked.

Egon froze at that, the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing. He felt Alex's body pressed up against him, his heart pounding in his ears. His lips were mere centimeters apart, now. And he was suddenly hit with a wave of...nerve? Fear? Excitement?

Finally, Egon's mind won the war within.

"God damn it, it's taking every ounce of self control I have right now not to just start ripping you apart with my teeth..." he said, eyes darker than before.

Oh.

A little crazy.

Alex could work with a little crazy.

“Please-” let it never be said that Alex was above begging, because he wasn’t. Especially not for Egon. He would beg for Egon to call him worthless and pathetic. He would beg for Egon to spit on him. Egon being nice to him? Practically as strong as cocaine straight to the brain.

Alex leaned forward and clumsily brushed his lips against Egon’s for a mere second before pulling back, mouth slightly open, eyes lidded. He wanted Egon to want this as much as him. He wanted Egon to want him.

Egon stared into Alex's eyes, his heart racing a thousand miles a minute. Just seeing Alex's lips meet his, even for just one brief contact, sent a jolt of pure euphoria through his entire body. He'd never realized just how much he'd wanted this...how much he'd wanted Alex, until this very moment.

Finally, he did it. Before he had a chance to second guess his actions, Egon let his instincts take over. He leaned forward and pulled Alex back into him with one firm and quick motion. He then proceeded to take over this kiss…

Alex gasped into the kiss. He wasn’t expecting Egon to be this rough, but he guessed there was a certain aspect of desperation on both of their ends. Egon felt like he was devouring him. Alex’s knees felt like they were going to buckle, and he was lowering slowly, slowly, with pathetic little noises as Egon kissed the breath out of him.

He broke for a second, as Egon leaned over him, pushing his back into the chair, legs straddling it weakly. “Eg-“ he gasped as Egon went in for another kiss, just as hungry as the last. Alex broke away again, more determinedly “I’ve wanted this for so long. So, so, long…” his legs still weak, he leaned into Egon’s chest and arms, holding him.

Egon was in almost as much of a stupor as Alex, that little bit he'd tasted of him before had sent his heart soaring to new heights. His whole body felt alive, every single nerve. He couldn't believe how much he had wanted this, how badly he'd want to take it even further. But right now, was just the two of them, alone, the downstairs door locked.

As Alex spoke, Egon squeezed him harder by instinct alone. It was only making him yearn for much, much more…

“How long?” Alex asked between kisses. His right knee gave out and he felt Egon pull away. He made a weak noise of protest as Egon’s body pulled from his, until he realized he was being pulled with it and spun around. Suddenly, he found himself being picked up by the hips and sat gingerly and quickly onto the edge of the table, legs straddled and Egon standing in between. He kissed Alex again, tongue slipping into his mouth. He obviously didn’t seem content with the position though, too far, as he broke apart again soon after to grab Alex’s hips and yank him toward Egon’s standing ones, legs locking behind his back.

“Since when?” Alex asked again. “When did you know?” He felt drunk as Egon moved to kiss his jawline.

Egon smirked when he realized what Alex was actually asking him. To have someone this sharp, this witty being so...weak in your hands was an incredibly intoxicating experience. But the time to pick was over, now was all about play.

"God I don't know...it's been a while." Egon moved back in to capture Alex's mouth once again, holding onto his hips for dear life. "Since I started to want to see the sides of you that weren't professional, that weren't strictly business...I wanted to see exactly how human you could be."

“I’ve wanted you since that day in January. The one where we had the poltergeist in the-ah!” Alex winced as Egon moved to his neck and bit at a sensitive spot just under his ear, soft tender flesh. “S-since, that day- when- when you came back to the lab in your- your lab clothes all-” Alex’s left hand, the stronger of the two, came up to grasp at the dress shirt stretched over Egon’s back, “and th-they were all singed and dusty, and you were covered in- mmhp- sweat, and you didn’t even look at me when you-you” Egon kissed Alex to shut him up briefly, and for a moment there was nothing but the noise of soft, labored breathing and the creaking of the wooden table as they pressed against one another, but eventually Egon let him go in favor of biting at his neck again. “You- you didn’t even look at me, just rolled, rolled up your sleeves and went to work in your lab. All serious, brow furrowed, covered in grime but still wanting to get data while- ah- it’s fresh-“ Alex smiled remembering it. He still felt fuzzy and the memory was still fresh. “You’re incredibly toned for a scientist did- did you know that?” Alex asked in a breathy voice. “You have a great- great body.”

Egon huffed a laugh against his neck.

Egon couldn't help but feel his ego inflate and his cheek turn red from Alex's compliment. He'd never considered just how toned his body was, especially with his lack of exercise and all his nerdy, intellectual pursuits. As Alex rambled on, Egon couldn't help but get more turned on.

He smirked as he bit down on Alex's neck again and felt his lips twitch against it, as if Alex was moaning.

"I think you might be the first person in a while who's actually taken the time to notice..."

“How could I not?” Alex asked. Egon had momentarily paused his nipping and chewing to lift his head and look up at Alex. His big, dark eyes were even darker than usual and it was hard to see where his pupil and iris even separated.

He looked, almost animal with it.

Alex had never seen a not very methodically, almost scientifically, controlled side of Egon. This made some part of Alex’s hindbrain flicker with a warmth he had only felt on lonely nights he spent fantasizing with his own hand and brain.

Egon smirked and tilted his head up as he looked at Alex's face, that perfect, beautiful, wonderful face that had eluded him and teased him for so long. He just couldn't get enough. Every part of his body was tingling with pleasure and desire. He wanted nothing more than to take Alex right here and right now.

"You look beautiful." Egon said it sincerely, truly believing every word of it. But then he leaned up and whispered, his voice a mischievous and enticing husk. "I'm going to make you even more beautiful..."

Alex complied limply. Whatever Egon wanted. Alex felt himself slipping quietly under into that mindset he loved so much. He didn’t need control. He trusted Egon. Whatever he wanted. He knew best. He wanted to make him proud. He wanted to do whatever would make Egon happy.

Alex reached his neck desperately towards Egon and caught one last desperate kiss with a small sound before he finally gave in and let Egon do whatever he wished.

As he watched Alex willingly yield to him, Egon couldn't help but smirk. The look on his face was just as he pictured: submissive, trusting, almost worshiping. He couldn't wait to push the limits of this power and see just how desperate his new lab assistant and lover was.

So Egon did just that, pushing Alex's shirt up and kissing his collarbone, slowly making his way up to his neck again. He bit and nibbled at his collar bone, all while rubbing his hands along Alex's back and hips.

“Ah!” Alex gasped. He was particularly sensitive on his hips, and once Egon knew, he used it devilishly. His thumb ran a steady back and forth rhythm over a ridge in his V-line, making Alex shiver. Another hand curled possessively over Alex’s back and made him preen with a particularly fiery feeling in his chest. Alex continued making weak and steady noises as Egon worked over his collarbone, biting and kissing everywhere he could reach, hands moving to grasp the skin he couldn’t cover with his mouth.

The power and the control that he was asserting over Alex was making Egon feel like he was in some kind of haze, like he was just floating around in a sea of bliss, a euphoric dream that he didn't want to ever end.

The way Alex reacted to his touch made his own heart skip a beat, hearing him make those soft little sounds as he nibbled just so slightly harder on his neck and collarbone. It was pushing all his buttons, making him want so much more…

“Please-” Alex begged, not entirely sure what exactly he was begging for. Whatever Egon would give him. Whatever Egon thought he deserved. Alex’s hands, at one point limp around Egon’s waist, now were clenched tightly into his shirt and his hair, respectively, as Alex’s body curled into Egon’s.

Egon shivered again as he heard Alex beg him, heard him pleading for more.

This was exactly what he had been dreaming of. A completely submissive Alex, one who would let Egon take control completely, one who would gladly turn over every inch of his body to Egon for...for whatever Egon wanted.

It was such a turn on that Egon couldn't even form whole sentences, his thoughts were getting the best of him and his body was ready to take...no, to take control.

“Whatever you want.” Alex wanted more. Whatever Egon would give him. He laid flat on the table as Egon pulled away and surveyed him quickly, eyes flitting across his body as a whole, flushed, shirt pushed up, hands clutching feverishly at the flat table finding nothing to grab on to.

Egon smirked, loving the look of desperation on Alex's face, knowing that he was completely and utterly at his mercy now. And as Egon looked over him, his eyes trailing up and down his body, it was like Alex's features became bolder, brighter, more handsome. He looked like a perfect specimen to him, to the point where Egon almost couldn't take his eyes off of him.

"I'm going to make your day today..."

“What are you going to do?” Alex asked, although he really didn’t need to know. He was okay with whatever. As long as Egon was happy with him, he’d do it.

Egon brushed a hand along the side of Alex’s stomach and Alex made a little hurt, punched out noise from his gut and curled into the touch, but it was gone almost as fast as it appeared.

"Just...just close your eyes for me and stay still for a minute." Egon's voice was heavy, and slightly out of breath. He was almost desperate himself, he needed this just as much as Alex, and he was willing to do whatever it took to make Alex want him and love him for the rest of his life.

Alex could almost physically feel Egon's desire in the air, his need for more, seeping off from him as it grew with every passing second. Egon's body was trembling, his breath quick and shallow.

”Okay…” Alex swallowed for the first time in a while, finding his mouth dry but his lips slick with spit. He felt slightly debauched, but he preened at the knowledge that it was Egon who made him this way. Only for Egon.

He sat patiently and waited for whatever Egon had next.

Egon watched as Alex closed his eyes, watching him with baited breath and a deep seated hunger his lips were practically quivering with desire. And as he watched, the hunger inside him only grew more intense.

Quickly, his hands traced along the top of Alex's body, down his sides, all the way down to his thighs, caressing and teasing his body, making sure there wasn't a single inch missed.

Alex whimpered. He felt crazed. Egon’s hands felt so large and warm, almost feverish. Everywhere he touched felt like it was melting. Alex was practically drunk off the feeling as he squirmed with every new press into tender flesh that Egon figured out could make him writhe.

Just the sound of Alex's squirms was enough for Egon to get worked up even more, each touch and each squeeze of his body had him trembling with desire, his body quivering with excitement, ready to explode out in a fit of sheer pleasure.

Egon's hands moved faster, his touches more firm. He was determined to tease every last ounce of sound out of him that he could.

“Please, enough teasing!” Alex begged. He was almost crying now. His heart has been racing this entire time. He still had one more secret to tell Egon and the longer the foreplay went on, the more nervous he got about telling him.

Hearing that voice break out in tears in response to his touches only sparked more hunger in Egon's chest, but when he heard the pleading come from Alex's mouth, that was enough to cause the last pieces of resistance to crumble. He had to. No more teasing, no more playing, this was the real deal. He needed him now.

"All right, yes, I will, just...just let me-" Egon said, but his words were cut short by his own mouth coming down hard against Alex's.

Alex moaned loudly. Perhaps the loudest one yet as Egon’s hands grabbed his hips and seared him against his pelvis firm. He could feel…a certain hardness against his leg as Egon’s tongue explored his mouth and practically stole his oxygen away.

Egon groaned into the kiss, the sound rumbling up from deep in his chest. He couldn't hold himself back much longer now, the only thing on his mind was getting more. More of this perfect body, more of the sound of his pleas and whimpers.

Egon's hand moved downwards, squeezing firmly and squeezing Alex tighter against him. It was all he could do to keep himself from pushing him down and taking what he wanted right then and there.

As Egon’s hand moved downward, Alex’s hand suddenly shot out and grabbed his wrist in a moment of blind panic and clarity. It shocked Alex as much as it did Egon and for a moment they both simply stared at one another, panting, flushed.

“Egon…Eg-I’m…” Alex started, trying to word something but seemingly choking on it. “I need to tell you something before…before we do anything else.” Alex’s heart was in his throat. He thought he wouldn’t even get past the admission of him being bisexual, he didn’t know how to breech this. “Egon…I’m transgender.” Alex swallowed, throat tight with want as much as it was with fear.

Egon froze, hand still in mid air when he heard the words coming out of Alex's mouth. His breathing stopped, his heart beating out of his chest, it was a miracle that he didn't fall off of the table he was sitting on. Egon just stared, his mind whirring a million miles a second, trying to process what Alex had just told him.

All movement stopped.

God.

God.

He’d ruined it.

Ruined it.

Alex’s face burned with embarrassment. He knew Egon wouldn’t want him after this. He just thought…he doesn’t know what he thought…that in some miracle Egon would accept him?

His face burns with more than embarrassment, with shame.

He gets ready for Egon to push off and potentially even hit him. For baiting him. For being…a freak.

"Say that again."

It wasn't the reply Alex expected. It wasn't words that expressed disgust or anger or shame, but something deeper- something that spoke volumes to the depth of his emotions for him. Egon was breathless, his mind a million miles a second, but the intensity of the words in his throat were only getting stronger. He needed to hear it one more time to make sure he wasn't just hearing things.

Alex swallowed.

“I’m…I’m transgender.” He said, voice barely above a whisper.

His hand gripped the table’s edge, he could reach it from where Egon had pulled him closer to his hips. He was sweating, both from being hot, so so hot, pressed up against Egon, but also from nerves and anxiety chewing at his gut.

Egon's stomach flipped, his heart racing as blood rushed to every inch of his body. His mind was completely overwhelmed by the news he was just told, and he felt the heat and the intensity growing inside him again. But this time it was mixed with something new, with a hunger that he's never experienced before.

"Just one question..." Egon asked, his voice thick and heavy with desire and love. His body was trembling with need now, his heart ready to explode into sparks and flames.

”Yeah?” Alex whimpered.

Egon reached forward, grabbing Alex's wrist, pulling him closer, almost into a hug so he could whisper something in his ear.

"Are you a man?"

”Yes” Alex squeezed his eyes shut and whispered. Egon was so close.

"That's all I care about."

Egon's breath was so hot and heavy as he spoke, it felt like his words were igniting the room. He finally let go of Alex's wrist, his body trembling uncontrollably as all the desire he felt before seemed to have reached its peak. He was ready to take him, to mold him into whatever shape he found most desirable.

Jesus.

Jesus.

Alex felt like he was going to pass out. Or die. Maybe both.

His head was practically spinning. Egon’s hands grabbed his hips harder and slid down, brushing the waistband of his pants slightly further, exposing his hips and the beginning of a small happy trail.

He could cry.

He was so happy.

He was crying he realized. Tears slipped from his eyes as Egon began biting at his collarbone again.

Egon was like a heat seeking missile, his mouth, his lips, his teeth moving to whatever place he could find that would generate the most response out of Alex. He couldn't get enough of him, his lips trailing down his neck, down to his shoulders, his hand caressing his hips as he slowly pulled him even closer so he could bite, and bite, and scratch, and maul, and love every inch of him like he was a starving animal after the meal that had been denied him for months on end.

”Egon-“ Alex whimpered. His hands clawed at the thin fabric stretched over Egon’s back. He had money to afford the expensive thick type, Alex knew exactly what he was getting paid, but he also knew Egon preferred practical. Something he loved about him. He wasn’t afraid to come back to the lab dripping in ectoplasm or singed with soot.

In fact, maybe now Alex would finally have an excuse to get all those ruined cheap shirts off him.

Alex kissed at Egon’s mouth when he could. Brief, wet, desperate kisses.

Egon's mind was filled with nothing but Alex now, the sweet sound of his cries, the feel of his fingernails digging into his back, the way his body fit so neatly against his own....he couldn't go back, he didn't want to, he didn't intend on letting go of him until he finally saw him broken, broken and his, his alone.

Egon's desire continued to grow with every passing second, his breath getting heavier, his movements becoming more aggressive. He needed more.

“Whatever you want. Do whatever- I Just- ah - I need more” Alex pleaded. He knew it was pathetic. Begging to be taken, especially by someone he admired so much. He wanted Egon to think he was an equal, someone to be taken seriously. Not just some…whore. Something cheap to be broken.

But…maybe…just maybe…

He would like to be Egon’s anything.

He could be Egon’s plaything if he wanted. He’d bend.

He’s submit. He’d even let Egon break him, as long as he put him back together at the end.

And he would.

Because he knew Egon.

He trusted Egon.

So…

“More” he begged.

Egon's mind was just pure adrenaline now, thoughts coming one after another like a machine gun firing. Thoughts of him, of how he made this boy want him so desperately, how he trusted him so much that he'd let him do anything, even let him break him...it was everything he'd ever dreamed of and now that it was actually a reality it was all he could think about.

Egon's hands slid down to his back, gripping him harder, pulling him closer as his breath got heavier and heavier…

Alex bucked his hips against Egon, and the sweet friction that was there for less than a second lit a spark in his mind. He felt like goo. He was a specimen. All for Egon.

Now that he thought about it…he wouldn’t mind being examined like a subject. Put on display for the doctor.

Alex shivered at the thought.

“I really-really want you” Alex breathed, clutching at him.

Egon's movements slowed down as he saw how much he was affecting Alex now, how his actions were making the man absolutely tremble with desire and need. He savored the feeling, enjoying the feeling of his own dominance and the power it gave him. He could make Alex do anything, make him do anything he wanted…

"I want you bad..." Egon breathed, his voice heavy and thick with need as his mouth came down to Alex's neck, kissing and nipping along the way. Egon was trembling all over now.

”Then do something about it,” Alex bit, and leaned back baring his neck to Egon who bit it with a feverish intensity.

Egon moaned, the sound echoing in his ears as he bit and nicked along the sensitive areas on Alex's neck.

"What do you think I'm doing right now?"

Egon's grip on him had begun to loosen, but it was only so he could move one of his hands around to push Alex's hips forward and make him buck even harder against him.

“AH!” Alex jumped as one of Egon’s hands slid down his back and into the back of his pants. It cupped flesh, squeezing. Alex rocked against the touch, his front brushing against Egon’s feeling just how excited he was by this.

“I want more though…” Alex pawed at Egon’s neatly tucked shirt, finally managing to ruck the back up enough to grab skin just on the small of his back. He tried to pull him closer. “There are beds just a few rooms away you know…” Alex bit at Egon’s ear and got an almost growl-like sound in response.

Egon's mouth left his neck as he heard his ear being nipped on, making his grip on him tight again. He'd been thinking the same thing, the pull of their bodies together was too much to pass up.

"You know what? You're right..." Egon murmured, the only sound the deep breathing of the both of them as Egon began to push Alex towards the beds, eager for the chance to give him everything he wanted.

Alex stumbled blindly, stupidly, towards the bunk room. He knew which bed was Egon’s, and was suddenly thankful for the twin size, as it meant they would have to be as close as possible.

“Egon…” Alex breathed as he stumbled backwards onto the bed, Egon’s hands cupping his jaw. Alex begun to work on pulling the front of Egon’s shirt out of his slacks.

Egon's heart was pounding in his chest, the sound just loud and heavy in his head as he watched Alex start to pull down his shirt. His mouth was dry as all of the blood had rushed to his lower half at this point, making his entire body feel hot all over. He was practically shaking with every touch of Alex's hands as he held himself back at the moment. He could let himself go later, he had to wait just a few more seconds…

”Can I?” Alex asked, practically doe eyed as he looked up at Egon, flushed with lips wet with spit.

His hands fumbled with the zipper of Egon’s pants and the buckle of his belt. This was the only time he cursed how perfectly dressed Egon was. It got in his way of what he really wanted right now.

"Oh... oh yes.”

Egon's entire body was trembling in anticipation, his entire being was just craving for anything he could get from Alex and now to think that he was going to let him take off his pants to get to him....he was not going to last long if this continued.

Alex deftly and quickly undid Egon’s belt and zipper with a speed that told Egon he had done this before, and a primal, stupid part of Egon’s brain flared with jealousy. He wanted to kill whoever taught Alex that. Alex was his.

Alex yanked Egon’s slacks down and his briefs along with it. Quickly, he nosed along the V of Egon’s hips with the ferocity of a starved animal. He licked and kissed anywhere he could get his mouth to.

Egon couldn't stop the guttural sound of pleasure that came from his mouth, his legs wobbling with every touch of Alex's tongue and mouth. His breath was heavy and sharp, his body trembling with the intense desire now coursing through him.

Alex’s hands moved to cover whatever he couldn’t get with his mouth. He wanted this to be good for Egon. He wanted to be good for Egon. He made sure to keep his teeth out of the way, using his tongue mostly. He was still shy, new at this despite the fever with which he undressed Egon.

Suddenly, he felt a heavy pressure on the back of his head.

Egon’s hand.

Egon shoved ever so lightly, forcing Alex to go lower. He had to breathe through his nose now, which was new. His eyes watered up again, threatening to spill.

He liked this Egon though. This new, dominant, side. He liked the pressure of his hand, he liked being told what to do.

Egon's breathing was hot and heavy as he pushed Alex lower to him, his breath rushing out of his mouth with a guttural hiss as he pushed him lower and lower and lower. He needed what Alex was giving him now more than anything he had felt before. He wanted it, needed it, his entire body was trembling in a mixture of anticipation and pleasure, he was close, and he was close very very quickly.

Alex could feel Egon tensing up. He didn’t want this to end so soon but he didn’t know whether or not Egon wanted to go…that far with him.

Egon’s hand released up on his head slightly. Gently, the same hand came to brush sweaty hair behind Alex’s ear.

Egon was hot in Alex’s mouth. Like melting velvet. Alex could stay here forever, warm and fuzzy, doing whatever Egon says. Whatever makes him make the sounds he’s making now.

"Stop..." Egon breathed, his voice was thick and heavy as it was hard for him to get the words out. He was too close now, he needed to keep control of himself for just a little longer, to hold back a bit before he blew this early.

"Look at me." Egon hissed through his teeth as he grabbed Alex's hair and pulled him back up to his face like a demanding master grabbing his pet's leash.

Alex almost choked, pulling quickly off of Egon. His hands were strong, and huge compared to Alex’s face. It was a pretty picture for Egon. A flushed and hazed Alex, back arched, shirt ruffled and pushed up, midriff showing.

“Egon-“ Alex’s voice was hoarse. There was still spit connecting him to Egon.

Alex’s hands drifted to Egon’s thighs. He felt bad, he’d have to wash these slacks for Egon later. He was pretty sure he was going to have to wash this entire bed later.

"Put your hair back" Egon demanded, using all his strength to keep himself from grabbing Alex and pulling him back down for more.

He couldn't see anything else right now other than Alex. He wanted him. He needed him to be his.

Alex’s hair was short so he simply tucked it behind his ear. He blinked up at Egon and got the cue as Egon began tearing at the buttons of Alex’s shirt.

“Ah!-“ Alex tried to protest his shirt being destroyed but Egon simply kissed him and pushed him further up the bed towards his pillows.

“I’ll buy you a new one-“ Egon mended as he pulled the scrap off of Alex’s back and began working to undo his pants, still almost fully dressed himself.

Egon was now barely thinking, he'd let his desire take absolute control of him. He was practically ripping off Alex's pants out of the pure desire to be able to see more of his body. It was almost animalistic the way he was moving now, he couldn't even see straight. All he knew was that it was time to take Alex as his own, to possess him completely.

“Please-“ Alex coughed as he broke away from Egon to paw weakly at his pants, slug around his hips.

Egon kissed him animalistically.

”Baby,” Alex whined. The blood rushed straight to Egon’s lower half.

"Please what?" Egon said, his hands moving to pin down Alex's hands, taking charge of the situation now. He knew a guy like this didn't want to be in charge. The way Alex had been acting so shyly earlier, the way he'd begged Egon to take control made it clear he was just too…overwhelmed to have any kind of power in this situation. Egon let his mouth roam over his neck, gently scratching and biting wherever he thought would get a reaction out of him.

Alex’s breath was coming in shallow puffs now. His eyes rolled back in his head as Egon continued to make dark marks around his neck. He wouldn’t be able to cover them, they’d know. They’d know he was Egon’s.

“Please- doctor!” Alex begged. Egon’s hand roamed up Alex’s lower half, now completely open to him.

Egon stopped, his hands drifting down to his hips again to grip them. He liked how Alex's eyes rolled back into his head as he called him doctor. It made his heart beat to think that Alex would want him to be his doctor, even if it was just for this moment, because that was exactly the title he wanted right now. He wanted to do experiments on him, to see the inside of him, to break him down into all of his pieces, then putting him together again like a puzzle to make him exactly what he needed.

“Take me…” Alex swallowed, mouth dry, “Take me apart…” He finally managed to pull his lovers pants completely off and his shirt as well, leaving him in the same state as Alex.

He was glad the fire house was warm. Hot, even.

Maybe that was just them two.

Egon's entire body shivered at that one sentence. It was as though he could feel the heat radiate off of his own body, his heart beating so quickly that it almost hurt him.

This boy, Alex, he was exactly what Egon needed. Maybe not just for a few nights, but for forever.

"Then I will take you apart..." Egon said, it was almost a threat. No one else was getting him, he was his.

“Please,” Alex kissed Egon as he felt him move. This position was similar to the table, except now Egon towered even more-so over him.

They hadn’t grabbed any sort of…help…for this. It was just them. Bare. Alex hoped Egon was fine with that. He was on the pill after all.

“I want you-“ Egon kissed Alex to shut him up and moved. He felt hot. Much hotter than anything or anybody Alex had been with before. And his body was, larger. He covered Alex’s whole chest, and he could feel one of Egon’s hands tracing one of his top surgery scars.

Egon shivered again, his body shaking with both the desire he was feeling and the thought that there was nothing to stop them from going all the way, no condoms or contraception, nothing at all. He wanted to take Alex and to make him his, on every level.

Alex's scars were just a bonus to him, something he liked to see on another's body as it told more about who they were. He would always appreciate the scars Alex got, because it made him know Alex even more.

“I don’t need…prep,” Alex breathed. He flushed with the admission but it was true. He watched as the realization suck into Egon’s face and he grinned, devilish.

“Yeah?” Egon asked, petting Alex’s side sweetly. It amazed him how even in such heated moments like this Egon could be so sweet and shy.

“Was thinking of you while I…” Alex admitted in a breathy, sort of out of control voice before he could even think about what he was saying.

"You were?" Egon whispered back, his voice full of shock, it seemed almost impossible that Alex would think of him at all when he was alone.

"Just me?"

Egon's hands began to make their way over Alex's body again, stroking down his sides as he watched for his reaction.

“Only you.” Alex moaned as Egon’s hand teased him.

“Wanted to be Yours” Alex purred. He kissed the bridge of Egon’s nose, something he knew the other man was sensitive about, but to Alex, he loved it, it was strong and regal just like the man it was attached to.

"Oh..." Egon breathed as he heard Alex moaning and kissing his nose, he could feel his heart skipping a beat at that admission. No one had ever said anything like that to him before, he didn't expect anyone to ever tell him that they wanted him, let alone only him. His entire body was trembling now as he felt a rush of emotions all at once.

He lowered his face back to Alex's and kissed him deeply, unable to help himself at all.

“Please, please need you now, needed you yesterday,” Alex began to whine, clawing at Egon’s back freely now. He was sure he would leave faint red marks in his wake. He wanted to mark Egon as much as Egon wanted to mark him.

He drew his legs around Egon’s back and pulled him closer into his hips, barely pulling him in.

Alex grit his teeth. He was so hot. He felt like he had a fever.

Egon groaned at that as his grip on Alex tightened, his breath coming out sharp and heavy as he pressed himself into him with everything he had. His heart was racing and he could feel his vision blurring at the heat now, he was so worked up that it was becoming difficult to keep steady because everything that Alex was doing was sending him straight to the breaking point.

Alex’s whines and moans took a sharp turn into a higher register as Egon pushed home. It felt insane. He felt like he was full to his throat. He wanted to spend and entire eon here in Egon’s arms.

Egon’s moans took a lower register however, as he braced one arm bracketing Alex’s head, hair flung widely out onto the pillow behind him. Alex’s arm flew up to claw at Egon’s nape.

It reminded him of how this started, Egon’s finger slowly drawing up and down his head.

Alex felt drunk. Egon felt powerful.

Egon could feel Alex's back arching as he pushed deeper and deeper, each movement making Egon feel more and more dominant, more and more in control of Alex. He could hear the other man growling and moaning with each thrust as it drove him close to his limit, but Egon couldn't stop himself, he wanted even more.

”Egon- Doctor- I’m so close” Alex breathed. His eyes were brimmed with tears as Egon pushed against a spot inside him that made him see stars. His hand gripped into Egon’s back further, and he was sure his nails were breaking skin as he dug into him and pulled him closer, kissing him harder, teeth biting lips and clacking into each other.

Egon's lips were still locked to his, his mouth moving even as his body shivered at the pressure from Alex's hand. He was on the verge of losing it completely, he needed this release more than anything right now because he had come so far. He'd be lying if he said his actions weren't a bit selfish, but no matter what his intentions were, his mind wasn't thinking like that right now, all he could think about was taking more and more.

“Egon.” Alex’s voice tumbled into a softer tone without even meaning to. “I thi-uh-” he made stupid little punched out noises with every movement. Egon gripped his hand that was on his back and pinned it to the pillows behind his head with his own. He felt just as hot as Alex, if not more so.

“I think- think I’m in-“ Alex gasped and made a long pathetic cry as Egon slowly moved and held his position against him. “ITHINKIMINLOVEWITHYOU-” Alex jumbled out in a moment of happiness and haze induced fog as Egon, the man of his dreams, the guy he’s wanted for so so long, holds him and kisses him and presses into him.

Egon shivered at that admission, his chest feeling as though it were being crushed from the sudden rush of emotions that came from Alex's words. He couldn't even think right now, he wasn't thinking of anything other than this moment, this man he had wanted for so long was in his arms telling him that he loved him. Egon squeezed the boy tighter as he finally released him from the pressure and finally allowed himself to just rest his weight on top of Alex, holding him close.

Alex felt Egon tense, and one of his large hands came to grip Alex’s lower half. He pulled, and a few strokes later Alex’s back bowed and his eyes rolled and he made an absolutely pathetic whimper as he folded.

He was Egon’s.

Egon shivered again, his jaw was clenched tight as he tried to get everything under control and stop his entire world from shaking. Now that he had Alex here, he wasn't going to let him go. He was only his, he was finally his and Egon had never felt this good before as he felt a rush of pride flow through him. He would have to wait to ask if it was just a heat-of-the-situation statement or if it was the real thing, but right now it didn't matter. All he could think of was that he had him.

Egon felt heavy on top of Alex as he laid there after the fact. Alex didn’t have the strength to move him. He really didn’t think he wanted to move him. He felt… warm and full and he really had never been happier. He had the man he loved in bed with him…shit, he had just made love to the man he loved. Alex felt like he may explode despite being so wrung out.

He could still feel Egon’s hands rubbing softly at his hips, even despite him being exhausted. Alex felt a different part of him warm, his heart. Even despite everything Egon was still thinking of him first.

Egon didn't try to move either, he felt so incredibly content just laying on top of Alex, his body pressed firmly against him. Egon's fingers were still tracing over his hips, he couldn't get enough of the boy beneath him. He'd never felt like this before, Alex had a hold on him he didn't think he would ever have over anyone, in this moment he had finally been taken by someone, he had finally been possessed and he wanted nothing more than to just fall asleep with Alex in his arms.

”Egon.” Alex whispered a few minutes after their breathing had calmed down. Egon had shifted slightly to get off of Alex’s chest.

“I love you.” Alex breathed as Egon played with his hair.

He felt Egon smile against his shoulder.

"I love you too."

Egon's reply was simple, but he meant it with all his heart as he shifted off of him, laying beside him now. He was so comfortable and so content with him, he wanted to hold him this way for the rest of his life and he honestly didn't want to be anywhere else right now. His arm snaked around and wrapped tightly around him as he brought him closer to himself, holding him close while his finger played with the hair at the back of his head.

Alex nuzzled into Egon’s neck. He shivered as the last of Egon pulled out.

“Do ya’ think we could sleep here?” Alex asked, already sleepy. Egon had tired him out, and he was still partially in that fuzzy state in between conscious and pliable.

Egon’s hand wrapped further around him. He was warm and still slightly tacky with sweat.

Egon shivered as he felt Alex nuzzle into him again, he couldn't help but give a soft chuckle when he heard his request to sleep together, he was already getting used to being Alex's pillow.

"Yes, I do."

He was tired too and he let himself drift off with his body pressed against Alex's, his arm keeping him close even when his eyes were starting to shut and his heart was trying to slow back down.

Alex fell asleep peacefully and quickly that night. It was nice. He felt completely comfortable for once. He had half the mind to pull his boxers and Egon’s shirt on before completely drifting off and forcing Egon to at least pull his boxers on as well.

-

He was glad he did, because somehow both of them forgot to set any sort of clock beside any bedside table, and by the time Venkman got to the firehouse the next day, they had just enough time to hear the door on the first floor open to be able to wake up and rush to get things ready.

Egon sat up slowly when he heard the firehouse door slam open from the lower floor. He looked around, seeing Alex pull on his boxers next to him.

He had to be dreaming still because Alex had spent the entire night with him. Egon was already slipping on pants by then and Alex was up as well.

They both looked half dressed but it was enough to not raise suspicions that they had been with each other. For all Peter knew, Egon had simply spent the night in the lab and Alex had had a particularly good date. They shuffled blearily into the kitchenette, and belatedly, Alex realized all of Egon’s work was still across the table. He hoped it could survive a night of no refrigeration, he would’ve hated to have ruined all of his hard work. He didn’t look worried, so Alex was not panicked just yet.

Instead, Egon headed to the kitchen and started pulling down some pancake mix and a bowl from a higher shelf than Alex couldn’t usually get to without going on his tip-toes, and grabbing a pan from under the sink.

Alex sat at the same chair he had been accosted in last night and watched intensely. Egon looked so domestic. He had to borrow extra sweats and an old college hoodie in his locker here since his clothes were ruined last night. He was lucky enough to have another work outfit in his locker. So he didn’t have the luxury of pretending like the two of them had truly spent a night together like a real couple.

Even though they did.

Finally.

Instead, he was already internally preparing to make up some story about someone else if Peter asked about his neck. Thankfully, Alex was smart enough to keep any marks he left on Egon where only he could see them.

Egon was focused on his cooking, he'd made pancakes here a few times before but he was determined to make this a good breakfast for Alex, now that they were actually official.

He was too focused on that to notice just how much Alex was staring at him, watching him like a predator would prey.

It was a nice feeling to know he had this kind of attention. He finally looked over at him though and smirked at the sight before going back to cooking.

Alex knew he had to tear his attention away before Venkman came up here and caught on to something. He was half worried that the place still reeked of sex.

He had quickly thrown the sheets of his and every other bed into the washer with the help of Egon, along with their clothes.

In all terms, nothing was left of evidence.

But Alex kinda wanted there to be.

He really, really liked Egon.

Watching him cook pancakes, for him and Alex, providing like this without being asked, warmed his heart a little bit and he had to catch himself before his brain took off with the thought and started imagining 10 years in the future, to mornings just like this, except maybe with a few little feet running around.

Egon was actually feeling warm at the looks Alex was giving him, it made him feel good that Alex was looking at him like this, that he could make this guy so happy. Egon didn't think of the future, he was just focused on this moment, on making these pancakes. Once he had the batter properly mixed he set the bowl down and pulled out the frying pan, beginning to heat it with grease.

Alex didn’t think anything could ruin his mood today.

That was, almost.

-

After Egon had finished his pancakes, they had both eaten just as Peter finally came upstairs to see them. Apparently he had stopped to check on the car before coming up, so they had more time than they thought.

They conversed casually, and sure enough, as Alex bit into another bite of his pancakes, he watched Peter eye his neck suspiciously.

“WHO gave you those things newsboy?” He asked, smirking.

Alex felt Egon’s leg tense against his, but he didn’t stop eating or show any other sign of being startled, so that was good.

“Just some girl from the bar…” Alex mumbled.

He didn’t know if Egon wanted to be open about it. He wished he had gotten to talk about it with him before everyone had shown up for work the next day. They had a scheduled go over of what they were going to do with the vault and its size soon.

But it was interrupted.

As soon as everyone had crowded around the breakfast nook upstairs, the alarms rang and Janine was yelling from downstairs about some high level poltergeist at the manhattan library. Suddenly, just as fast as they arrived, the boys had taken off in the van, all suited up.

Egon spared him a fleeting glance, and it was packed with a lot, before he had shuffled in and they had flipped the sirens on and pulled off.

Well.

He may as well get some work done for the rest of the day while they were gone.

-

Egon had caught an expression out of the corner of his eye from Peter and Alex's exchange that he didn't like, his jaw was clenching as they were interrupted, but there was no chance to dwell on it right now. He was more worried about Alex, hoping he wouldn't get into any kind of trouble from the lie he'd told. As Egon was going into the van he gave Alex a glimpse of a look that said 'I'll talk to you about it later' before being shut into the van with the rest of the team.

-

Alex had busied himself until the van had pulled up again late in the day.

It was a bad bust. At least a rough one.

There was a loud noise of the garage opening and the van pulled in with the boys in tow. They hoped out one by one.

Peter looked tired, already smoking. Ray was talking frantically to Winston who didn’t seem to be paying that much attention, talking about dinner. And finally, Egon folded himself out of the tight door and seemed to be almost…smoking.

Not, like. Attractive-ness wise.

Like, legitimately smoking.

As in on fire.

Alex rushed over to see what was wrong, but as he approached Egon simply held up the smoking ecto-trap, still steaming from a big catch. He smiled tiredly and looked down at Alex.

Egon looked exhausted and in need of a good shower at the moment, sweat and ash covered him and Alex couldn't find a clean spot on him if he tried. He was panting heavily the moment he made it out of the van since the last ghost they had encountered had been one hell of a fight. His eyes immediately locked with Alex's when he started running over towards him and his face lit up with that tired, sweet smile. He was grateful that the one person he actually wanted to see right now was there to see him.

Alex looked towards the rest of the boys. “Okay boys, beds are freshly made. Go shower and while you do that I’ll order your favorite Chinese takeout!” Alex declared and he could practically feel Egon melt under his touch on his back with his words.

With that, everyone scuddled off to busy themselves.

Egon's shoulders sagged the moment he heard that, his expression suddenly becoming much more relaxed and calm. As soon as the rest of the guys left the room he had wrapped his arms tightly around him again, burying his face down into the crook of his neck.

"I don't feel like you give yourself enough credit Alex, I'm always fed well here."

His words were tired and scratchy, but he was still smiling as he squeezed him tight.

Alex nuzzled back, only slightly bothered by the singed smell of his uniform. That would have to be fixed later.

“Go shower, big guy.” Alex shoved Egon gently off him and towards the showers with the rest of the guys. He wanted him to be clean and feeling good before he gave him a warm meal.

Egon reluctantly let himself be pushed away but he still made good use of the rest room as he stripped off his sweaty clothes and headed into the shower. It wasn't easy to wash the thick layer of sweat and ash from his skin this far in but he was able to at least get it to the point where he didn't smell like he'd been standing next to someone on fire. He got out of the shower after about 20 minutes and put on a clean set of clothes he had kept up here.

As he searched for clothes, he realized a sweater from earlier was missing. He’d have to ask Alex if he’d seen where it had gone, maybe in with the clothes that they ruined last night.

Egon smiled smugly at the thought.

And here everyone thought he had no game.

He shook his head.

It was more than that.

He really, really liked Alex. He felt connected to him, on a deeper level than he did with anybody else on the team. He wanted to come home to him after a long day of kicking ass and saving the world, knowing he was safe and happy.

Egon smiled at the thought happily as he appeared back in the kitchenette, empty save for you even though everyone else had gone off to shower before him.

Egon was content with this moment right now, he was home and he didn't have to worry about his team for a little while longer. And even if Alex was still going through his stuff, and stealing it to wear home, he didn't have any concerns.

"I'm back, how have you been holding up here?" He asked, walking into the kitchenette with a small, gentle smile as he leaned up against the counter. Egon just wanted to keep talking with Alex for a little while longer before they had to actually get busy with work things.

Alex opened one of 3 bags of Chinese food he had ordered while the rest of them were showering.

“I’m okay. That bust looked rough. Wanna’ talk about it?”

Alex asked, bumping his hip playfully against Egon’s in an attempt to keep the mood light even though he knew sometimes talking about scary or close-call busts made Egon get antsy.

Egon's face was still a little bit strained after the bust but he couldn't help but smile when he noticed Alex was trying to keep the mood light, Egon liked that part of him. He couldn't help but chuckle as Alex bumped his hip against him, he knew Alex was trying to help. When the topic of the bust came up, Egon tried to dismiss it.

"Oh it was nothing, the ghost was just a bit stronger than expected but it turned out fine. Don't worry about it."

Alex could tell he was dodging him, but he wasn’t going to push. Egon would come to him when he was ready.

Or, he maybe he could take out his stress with busts a different way now.

Either way, Alex didn’t mind for now.

Presently, he focused on getting the food out of the bags and cleaning Egon’s makeshift science lab off the and onto the counter.

Alex was glad. It looked like they had all survived the night and were doing fine. Egon didn’t seem fussed with him moving them either. Just watched, enraptured, leaning over the rest of the kitchen with arms folded as Alex moved methodically.

Egon's eyes kept on moving from his food to Alex and back again, that sweet smile never leaving his face as he admired the way he went about his work. Egon's stomach was rumbling now that that sweet smell was filling the kitchenette, the smell of the fresh food just making his stomach growl. His hand reached out to try and grab a piece of the food but each time he reached his hand out he stopped himself, not wanting to eat until Alex had a chance to eat something too.

Alex playfully batted at his hand. “Let me grab the others, they went to grab beers from the basement freezer.”

Alex swung himself quickly around the fire pole a few yards away and Egon watched him quickly drop out of view rolling his eyes.

Always dramatic.

Alex was the one that used that silly pole the most despite only being a desk jockey and a PR Princess for the team.

Egon chuckled a little bit as he watched Alex take the fire pole, as much as he thought it was a bit much he was more impressed that Alex could actually pull it off. Egon got too lost in his own thoughts to notice that Alex had left until he was back in just a minute or two with the other guys in tow.

Alex bounded up the stairs and gleefully placed a cold 6 pack down in the center. Janine was even in tow behind the rest of the guys.

Egon smiled gently. It was perfect. All his favorite people.

Alex brushed up against him, smiling with a specific warmth meant only for him.

He clapped his hands together happily. “Okay guys!” He addressed everyone and gestured to the wide spread of Chinese food in the center of the table, with the beer as the centerpiece. “Dig in!”

Egon felt like something had suddenly and unexpectedly popped into place in his life. Like something was just ever so slightly out of alignment, and in this particular moment it all became very, blindingly clear.

It was all perfect.

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Final notes: woah!! Okay so that was a long story sorry everyone I have brainrot. Not responsible for my own actions but honestly we need more good ftm shit on this website so I took it upon myself. Hope everyone enjoyed but look out for more stuff soon because I finally feel like actually writing yayyyy :333

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[wetfungi]

Imagine you're friends with two people at work and one of them is trans like you and you two become real close. They start telling you about this one guy who they've been talking to who just happens to be your other friend, but they have no clue you're close with that other guy.

They start telling you about how they've started to hook up with this guy and how great it is and all that. But then one day, you're playing video games with the other guy, and over your headset, you hear a very familiar voice but this friend hasn't mentioned anything about the hook ups yet.

You know who it is so you're shocked when you hear your friend say

"Sorry I forgot to mention I have a girl over"

"A girl?" You ask

"Yeah man, I've been kind of seeing this girl lol"

Not much is said that night about the "girl" he's seeing but when you see your trans friend the next day, they mention how they were at that guy's house yesterday... You're starting to catch on.

One night when you're playing video games with your friend, he says he's gotta turn his mic off for a moment but he didn't do it right so you can still hear him clearly... you don't say anything though bc you start to hear your trans guy friend on the other side ask

"You sure that guy can't hear us?"

Your friend answers

"Yeah yeah, he can't hear. Come here princess, suck my dick"

And you put your controller down when you hear your trans guy friend say "yes daddy"

You can't believe your friend is into that and how your other friend is so easily misgendering them. You can hear your friends dick getting sucked but you wanna be absolutely sure that thats your trans friend sucking his dick so you text him and hear the ding of his phone through the headset.

"Fuck. Sorry sir, can I turn my phone off?"

"Yes baby, hurry though cause I'm fucking desperate to feel your wet cunt on my cock"

And all of a sudden, you get a text that says 'at the movies with the guy from work, can't talk rn, will chat soon!! :)' and that confirms that the "girl" who is about to get fucked by your other friend is in fact your trans guy friend.

While they're fucking, you can't help but start to jack off to their moans and dirty talk. He even ends up saying your trans friends deadname and can hear him- her say

"Fuck daddy please fucking breed me, breed my girl pussy sir!"

And a bunch of other slutty shit that you're never gonna forget. After what feels like forever, you hear them finish and your friend says "hey sorry that took a while, that girl I was telling you about had to ask me where some of my stuff is bc she's about to take a shower" you tell him it's no big deal and hope to fucking everything that he never learns how to actually turn off his mic.

[yanderestarangel]

why don't you write for fem!reader?

This is a question that I answer because I created my blog, so I will answer it again.

I just don't feel comfortable writing for feminine-aligned people, simple as that. I write for GN READER, AFAB READER AND FTM READER (MAINLY).

I want my blog there are many wonderful blogs by female writers for female readers, but I feel good writing for people like me.

There are very few blogs that write for trans people and I want to be one of them.

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୧⊹ ⁺˖I'll take advantage and answer other questions too.

"Do you mind if cis women follow your blog?"

I don't mind, because I'm not someone to tell you what you should or shouldn't read, but I ask with all the love in the world. Don't ask me for fem!reader, if you're going to order something, ask for it in the AFAB range, where I can include everyone.

"Do you plan on writing for fem!reader someday?"

No.

"I am a woman or aligned with the feminine, can I make a request for you?"

If it is without any pronoun, preferably gn or AFAB yes. But know that on my blog the preference is always for FTM requests.

That's it, I hope that answered your questions. Xoxo <3

#yanderestarangel #mortal kombat #inbox 💌 #asks 💌 #💌 #💌 asks #💌 anon

[frenchfrywrites]

Trimesters

MINORS DNI

Warnings: MC named Feliz who is nonbinary and uses they/them pronouns top (soft)dom amab, pregnant trans man leviathan, anxious levi, pregnancy kink, vomit (not in detail), lots of mention of Levi's belly :)

terms used for levi: chest, pussy, cunt, he talks about his period very very briefly

An unbelievable amount of thanks to the person who commissioned this fic and their endless patience for me as I struggle and cringefail my way thru august. I hope you enjoy <3

The discovery

Feliz is yanked awake in the middle of the night by Levi calling their name from the bathroom. Puzzled and on the verge of irritation they rub away the sleep from their eyes, then stumble out of bed.

"Feliz," and okay, they didn't pick up on it when Levi called their name the first time, due to being forcefully pulled out of slumber and what all, but he sounds panicked. They quicken their step and find him hunched over the toilet holding,

"Is that a pregnancy test?" they ask, their voice gruff with sleep. Levi's hands are shaking, and when he looks up at Feliz, his eyes are brimming with tears. They drop to their knees between his legs, holding his face gently,

"It's positive, and-and it's not a fluke. I've done five now, and they're all- they're all positive," he manages to tell them before the dam breaks, and he's sobbing.

"Oh, Levi, baby," they coo, holding him to their body. It takes them a second to process his words and then it feels like they've been struck by lightning. "Wait," Feliz pulls Levi's head from out of their shoulder where he's been hiding, "wait, Levi, you're pregnant?" they ask, excitement evident in their voice.

Levi, upon seeing their reaction, gives them a confused look, his tears drying up slowly as he nods. "That's amazing, wonderful- I mean-" they start, but he cuts them off.

"You wanna have a baby with me?" he asks incredulously. Feliz grins- and their cheeks hurt a bit, because it's not often that they do so- before kissing him lovingly,

"Yes, god I love you so much," they finally answer when they pull back. Levi lets out a sigh of relief, and then sobs again, but this time Feliz can tell his tears are happy ones.

"Feliz you have no idea how terrified I was, I was so scared you were going to leave me or- or-" they stop his rambling by kissing him again.

"Shh, come back to bed with me, it's so late, and your silly, pretty little head has given you so much to worry about," they haul him to his feet, first letting Levi toss the test and pull up his pants, then guide him back to their bedroom.

Levi practically crashes into their bed, and Feliz cuddles up behind him, spooning him with their significantly smaller build.

"How'd you figure out that you should take a test?" they ask curiously, running their fingers gently through his hair.

"My period was late," he sighs, sounding utterly exhausted, "plus, I threw up a couple of days ago," he confesses.

"Why didn't you tell me?" they ask, referring to the sickness. Levi whines,

"You'd tell me it was the energy drinks," Feliz laughs at his statement,

"Yes, that's true," they kiss the back of his neck lovingly. "Try to sleep now darling, I think you should tell your family tomorrow," Levi groans, covering his face with his hands. They pull Levi's hands from his face, squeezing them comfortingly "hey, I'll be there too!" they remind him, "you know they're all going to love getting the news," to that Levi sighs, because he knows they're right. "I love you so much, guppy,"

"I love you too," he murmurs softly, relaxing then finally drifting off to sleep.

Trimester One

Levi moans as he finally finishes heaving up this morning's breakfast. Feliz kisses the back of his sweaty neck, wrapping their arms around his ever growing belly.

"Are you alright?" They ask softly, rubbing gentle circles into Levi's belly.

"Am I alright?" He asks weakly, huffing a laugh, "no. This whole morning as been a critical hit at my hp. I'm dying," Feliz moves their fingers gently across their lovers belly, and Levi giggles weakly, resting his body against them.

"Let's get you up," they suggest, helping Levi, who's now struggling a bit with the new weight gain, and sore feet, and sore back, and sore- well, he's just sore all over these days.

"Jeez, my body hurts," Levi whines, after brushing his teeth and letting himself be led into Feliz's room. Feliz hums softly as they guide the taller man into their lap.

"I'm sorry to hear that," they tell him softly, rubbing the stress out of his shoulders. "You'll tell me if you need anything from me, yes? Anything at all, and I won't hesitate to help." They watch in amusement as a blush works it's way from Levi's cheeks to his ears.

"Gwahh, you're so nice to me!!!" He cries covering his blushing face with his hands. Feliz nearly smiles at Levi's adorable response, but instead kisses his neck lovingly.

"Of course I am, I love you, you know," Feliz tells him, causing Levi to squeal and flap his hands excitedly.

Though the morning started pretty rough, Feliz is confident Levi's feeling good now. The only goal they have is to keep him feeling good; and with the way that Levi's moods have been swinging these days, Feliz knows that's easier said than done.

Trimester Two

"You seem-"

"AHHH!!!" Levi cries, jolting in his seat, and whipping his head around to look at Feliz accusatorially. Feliz raises their eyebrows at the reaction, but doesn't offer an apology, It's not their fault Levi was so engrossed in whatever he's doing on his tablet.

"I was going to say, you seem to be in better spirits these days," Levi huffs, and then gives a weak smile.

"Mhmm yeah, I feel a lot better. I'm less hormonal, and throwing up less, and my chest doesn't hurt so much, or at least I've kinda gotten used to it, y'know?" Feliz very much does not know, but nods anyways. "I've been feeling good!"

"And looking good," Feliz adds, because truly they can't help themselves. Levi's belly bump has grown significantly, and he has the stretch marks to prove it. It drives Feliz crazy knowing that they're the one who knocked him up, that it's their baby growing inside of Levi. These days Feliz daydreams constantly about kissing every inch of their lover's belly. They lick their lips subconsciously, and Levi flushes under their gaze.

"You- you really think so?" He asks, nervously picking at his skin.

"Yes," Feliz purrs, taking Levi by the hands and helping him to his feet. They guide him towards the bed, helping him lie on his back, so Feliz can get a good look at him.

"You look delicious," they mutter, and their tone comes off as a little ominous, but Levi only flushes and nervously giggles at their words. "Can I see you, my darling?" They ask softly. Levi bites his lip, pulling up his shirt shyly. Feliz runs their hands along his belly tenderly, the corners of their lips turning upward at the soft sigh that falls from Levi's lips.

Feliz knows they're going to relish this trimester. The glow that adorns Levi is heavenly. And the surge of hormones making him horny and (semi) confident are both welcomed and appreciated. It makes Feliz's cock stir in their pants.

"Please," Levi moans after a while of Feliz groping and massaging his belly. Feliz quirks an eyebrow,

"Please what?" Levi whines, closing his eyes and tightening his grip on his shirt.

"Don't tease," he begs, and of course that makes Feliz want to tease more.

"Just tell me what you want," they say, like it's the easiest thing in the world. "Do you want me to keep touching you?" Levi nods his head wildly, before Feliz can even finish their sentence, "do you want me to touch you," they move their hand down his belly towards his thighs, "here?" Levi takes a moment to think, letting Feliz feel him up.

"No," he finally whines, spreading his long legs, trying to hint at where he needs relief.

"Oh? Do you want me to touch you," their hands drift back upwards, massaging Levi's sore hips, "here?" He moans and melts as Feliz gently rubs the stress out of his muscles, but eventually shakes his head.

"Do you want me to touch you-" their hands start drifting again but Levi cuts them off, taking Feliz's hands in his own and moving them to his pussy.

"Here, touch me here," Levi whines, pressing their hand against his cunt, and grinding on it, "please."

Feliz hums, "okay sweetheart, I'll give you what you want," they lean down to kiss him, their dick now hard and straining- nearly uncomfortably so- against their pants. Levi purrs happily, letting Feliz lick against his lips.

"All you had to do was ask," they murmur when their lips part. Levi glares, but Feliz ignores him in favor of helping Levi out of his maternity pants and underwear, groaning when they get a look at Levi's glistening pussy.

"Look at you darling," they breathe, staring unblinking at the sight before them. "Fuck, you look good enough to eat," Levi keens, his long legs trembling.

"No, no, please," he whines as they lean down to have a taste. Feliz hesitates, staring at Levi with their big unblinking eyes. "Just use your," Levi's voice drops to a whisper, "your fingers," he requests, avoiding eye contact.

"Aw, so needy," Feliz coos, and reaches over to grab lube. They make quick work of slicking up their fingers, and press them against Levi's hole.

Because he's so wet, Feliz is able to slip in two fingers right away, scissoring and stretching him open for their cock. Levi's moans, releasing his grip on his shirt in favor of wrapping his arms around Feliz, pulling them in for a kiss.

It doesn't take long at all for Feliz to open Levi up, and sooner than later they're gently pulling away. Levi whimpers softly at the lack of attention and kisses, but his mood quickly shifts to one of excitement as Feliz begins to strip themselves of their clothes.

Feliz takes a bit of time with lubing up their cock, even if they absolutely don't need to with how wet Levi's pussy is right now. It's just fun for them to watch Levi grow needy for their dick.

"Please," he whines, jutting his bottom lip out in a cute pout, "please," he begs again weakly, looking like he'll genuinely become distressed if he doesn't get fucked soon. Taking pity on him- and really they're getting desperate too- Feliz presses the head of their dick against Levi's entrance.

Levi lets out a long, drawn out moan at the sensation of being filled, and wraps his long legs around Feliz's waist, pulling them closer.

They slowly inch their hips forward, pushing gently into Levi. For the sake of any and all anxieties that the both of them hold, Feliz has been especially gentle and careful ever since that fateful night when Levi called them into the bathroom. It's an agonizing few minutes, but finally their hips meet his as they bottom out.

"Fuck you feel good," Feliz hums, massaging and petting Levi's belly as they wait for him to adjust.

"Um, you feel good too," Levi tells them, barely above a whisper. Feliz presses a sweet kiss to his lips, delighted by the confession.

"You can move," he says when they pull away, quickly adding a nervous, "if you want to, I mean."

Feliz lets out a soft laugh, and gladly begins with a soft, but steady pace. Levi moans, knocking his head back against the bed. Ever the indulgent lover, Feliz picks up the pace very quickly, because the way that Levi tries- and fails- to rock his hips back against them is telling of how worked up he is.

"I'm gonna cum-" Levi gasps, like it's a shock to himself. "Fuh-Feliz, please- ah- faster?" he begs, clenching and fluttering around their cock. Feliz complies, their hips snapping in an erratic pace, as they near their own orgasm. Seeing Levi like this, coming apart so quickly, so desperate and needy, and so beautifully full and pregnant gets them nearly embarrassingly worked up.

"Please, please, ah-need it, need you, so- oh- close, close, Feliz," Levi cuts himself off with a choked moan, clinging to Feliz like he'll die without them. His breathless, frenzied babbling makes Feliz feel hot all over, and they know they're close.

Levi finishes first, his voice cracking as he cries out Feliz's name and locks his legs around their waist, his pussy clenching and fluttering around them until they follow soon after. Feliz fucks Levi through their orgasm, pumping him full of their cum and basking in the sweet mewls and moans that escape Levi as they do so.

Once both have come down from their highs, Feliz goes to pull out, but Levi stops them.

"Um, can you just," he picks at the bedding under him, mumbling at a nearly incomprehensible level, "stay inside me, cause I'm gonna prob'ly want more, soon, like really soon, if that's okay," he trails off, awaiting judgment.

Their dick twitches, blood already flowing back down as arousal sinks deep into their gut at Levi's words.

"Yes," Feliz breathes, "sweetheart I'll keep you full as long as you need me," they promise, sealing it with a kiss. They can feel Levi smile into the kiss, and they know there's a long night ahead of them.

Trimester three

"You're still awake?" Feliz groans, wiping the sleep from their eyes. They'd woken up to see Levi illuminated by the light of his monitor, clicking away at his newest game. Before they made it clear that they'd woken up, Feliz listened to him explaining what he's doing in the game to the baby. He's taken to talking to the baby a lot these days.

Levi turns sheepishly to Feliz, embarrassed at being caught. "Sorry," he mutters, "couldn't sleep." Feliz hums,

"Did you try?" and Levi doesn't answer, because they both know the answer. "Come here and lay down with me," they plead softly, "I want to touch my baby," and it's unclear whether Feliz is talking about Levi or the bump.

With a growing smile, Levi hauls himself up, and waddles over to the bed. He lays down with a bit of difficulty, but it's all worth it when Feliz wraps their arms around him. Levi sighs contently, his eyes fluttering shut. In moments he's fast asleep. In the dark, Feliz smiles to themselves, happy that Levi's able to sleep now, knowing (and slightly dreading) that they'll have many sleepless nights in the near future.

The Baby

"It's so beautiful," Feliz gasps in awe, holding their newborn for the first time. Levi would probably cry if he wasn't so sleepy. Seeing Feliz holding their baby makes him so overwhelmingly happy he doesn't know what to do with himself. All he can do is reach out weakly. Feliz gets the message, because they always know what he wants, and carefully places the baby in Levi's arms. They then join Levi in the hospital bed, wrapping their arms around him, and staring at the baby as it sleeps peacefully.

"I love you," Levi whispers, looking at the baby, and then Feliz. Feliz kisses Levi's cheek lovingly, "I love you too."

#sub obey me #sub leviathan #cw pregnancy #tw emetophobia #cw emetophobia

[floral-ashes]

Thought I’d share this review of Gender/Fucking: The Pleasures and Politics of Living in a Gendered Body, posted to Goodreads by a user named Haley:

“Wow, wow, WOW— this is a book that invites you, the reader, not only to learn but also to EXPLORE— it’s a patchwork quilt of memoirs, erotic interludes, and critical analysis, and it’s gripping and devastating at every turn. Florence Ashley, a transfem jurist and bioethicist, is a brilliant writer with a penchant for luscious prose and biting commentary. This collection is equally brilliant, introducing the concept of “academic smut” as a vehicle for telling stories of love, loss, growth, and tragedy against a backdrop of trans identity and intellectualism. As a nonbinary person, I found myself represented in living color on every page; reading this collection left me tear-stained and devastated, and yet immeasurably hopeful at the same time. It’s a storytelling format I could never have predicted enjoying, as I’m rather open about not enjoying erotica as a written genre (with the exception of fanfiction!) due to my own discomfort with first-person-POV sex— however, the erotica here DOES something. It gives a tangible example of the theories and thought-processes that Florence describes in each chapter; it gives the reader an opportunity to imagine sexual dynamics playing out not only in front of them but with them in the driver’s seat, and again— as someone whose queer activities echo some of Florence’s own, it was deeply eye-opening to see myself and my desires on paper that exposes the pleasure, shame, and possibilities that we all partake in.

In particular, I'm drawn to one phrase that Florence concludes with in their "Trespass on the Fox" essay: these are questions without answers. am i open to being loved, to being lovable? maybe. Upon reading that, I had to sit and stare blankly at the wall for a time I can't begin to measure. Not only for the raw questioning of how I exist in regards to love, but for the openness in stating that these words, and all the words in Florence's collection, do not exist to serve as definitive answers of, well, pretty much anything! I've spent the past 18 years of my life entrenched in academia, and the idea that I don't have to always answer "yes" or "no" when asked about my "take" on something isn't necessarily foreign, but it's under-represented in nonfiction works, and it was a breath of fresh air to see it so frankly discussed here.

Though I am hesitant to describe any essay in detail, as I do truly think each entry deserves to be experienced firsthand, I want to conclude my review with an analysis of "Libidinal Vertigo," one of two essays that Florence warns about in their Preface for their potentially-triggering material. It's a deeply unsettling essay for two reasons: one, it discusses famed (or, rather, infamous) TERF (trans-exclusionary radical feminists) scholars like Mary Daly in detail, and their works are ones that have caused me a lot of personal strife as well; two, it explores Florence's (and that of all transfem folx) vulnerability to the very same transphobic rhetoric that most of us wish was contained solely in now-fading academic texts. We (and I use this word here confidently, despite existing not as a transfem person as AFAB and nonbinary) are all deeply susceptible to the internalized transphobia that runs rampant across our social media threads and bathroom-sink conversations. Florence, in protest of Janice Raymond's vitriol, invites us to embrace our monstrosity... echoing a brilliant passage of poetry discussing Frankenstein many pages prior. If they cast us as monsters, without giving us a chance to recite our lines, then perhaps we should acknowledge our hatred— and use it as fuel to empower healing amongst our own.

I cannot put into words how much I recommend this collection; it deserves to be immortalized in the canon of transgender studies, and it also deserves to be passed around amongst friends and highlighted and annotated to no end, the pages themselves becoming a living museum of memory and community. Whether you are trans, cis, or beginning your own journey of self-discovery, this book is a light amongst a sea of uncertainty and darkness, and I highly encourage you to pick up a copy of your own.

Note: I receive a gifted ARC from Clash Books; as always, I was under no obligation to leave a review, and all my thoughts/ramblings are my own <3”

#transgender #trans #lgbtq #lgbtqia #queer #gay #lesbian #lgbt #books #trans lit

[kortsitron]

Rough

Pairing: Ramattra × TransMale! Reader

Warnings: smut, size kink, voice kink, porn with not much plot, post top surgery reader, pre op reader, fingering, ligh dom/sub

Summary: You teased Ramattra just the right amount to get what you wanted in the first place

MINORS DNI!

Author’s Note: Since Ramattra came out, I've noticed that there are already smut one shots with him and most of them had fem reader (if not all, maybe there was one with gender neutral reader, but i'm not sure), so I kinda wanted to write something for trans dudes cuz why nah. Little thing for you to know, I haven't wrote smut for such a long time, (last time wasn't good, it was a disaster lol) so let's hope this one is gonna be good. If it's going to be posted, then I think it's good enough. If you wanna, you can leave some tips in the comments.

Also about the other smuts, I kinda got inspired by them, so if I wrote one, I might be inspired by your work! ^^

"Could you be more careful?!" Ramattra barked, feeling something like shiver, going down his back. He wiggled a bit in the chair he was sitting in, causing you to smirk.

"You've been through worse, stop complaining." Omnic heard you chuckle, while you were repairing his back.

Normally Ramattra wouldn't let a human repair him, but when he decided to go to Shambali Monastery to meet with his brother, he had no choice. You were the only person who could repair him in Monastery, especially in places he couldn't reach himself easily. So after Zenyatta finally made him come to you, he wasn't very happy about it, especially after he had to come to your house, due to the fact your workshop was already closed. He was sitting in your office, hoping it would be quick, but it felt like hours for him. He couldn't stand your cocky attitude and your flirty comments toward him, he wasn't very fond of them.

"Has anyone told you that you have a gorgeous voice box?" You couldn't help yourself. You didn't think you could be so attracted to an omnic, but there you were, trying not to show that Ramattra was making you feel certain ways.

"I'm not sure what you're trying to get with your flirtatious comments, but they're not going to work on me." He crossed his arms together, looking around, trying to distract himself. He really didn't want to give in, especially with a human. He could see where this was going, but he tried to stop it.

You turned him around on the chair, making him look at you. "Oh really?" You chuckled again, but this time more softly. "Maybe you're scared because you've never been with a human?" He stood up quickly, clearly annoyed. That was the moment you actually realized how tall he was compared to you. "Are humans always this irritating and dirty minded!?" He asked with a serious tone. Hearing him speak was slowly driving you crazy, you didn't think you ever met an omnic with such a remarkable voice.

"They might be annoying when they're needy." You explained with a low voice, while your hand wandered to his ribs, giving them a light touches. "So that's how you want to play, huh?" You smirked again at his question, nodding slightly. "Want me to show you where the bedroom is?"

"There's no need to. Your office will be just fine." Ramattra answered, before grabbing you and almost throwing you on your desk. Before you could react, he grabbed you by the face and spoke again. "You started a game, you're not going to win, but I am no monster. If you want me to stop I will, but until then we're playing by my rules. Do you understand?" You nodded, but that didn't seem to satisfy him. "I said, do you understand?" He brought your face closer to his, causing you to yelp. "Yes, Ramattra, I understand."

If he could smirk, you know he would. You could tell that he was satisfied with how obedient you suddenly became.

Without wasting any more time, Ramattra started taking off your clothes, leaving you naked before him. His hand wandered around your body, causing you to shiver at the sudden contact between his cold metal hands and your soft and warm skin. Omnic was checking for the spots that would squeeze your legs together and let out sounds of pleasure.

Him giving you a light touch on your top surgery scars, caused you to let out a quiet whine. Ramattra let out a low laugh at your reaction and continued, going lower, giving your hips a squeeze, seeing how in response squeeze your legs together. "Oh, you like that?" He teased, the only response he got was you getting blush on your cheeks. It was a positive answer for him.

Without any more games, he pushed you, making you hit a wooden desk with your back and parted your legs. His eyes landing on your dripping pussy. "Keep them like that. Don't you dare to close them."

"Yes, Ramattra. I won't—" Your sentence was cut out by a moan, as soon as Ramattra's thumb was brushing against your sensitive clit. It was a simple action and you were already fighting not to close your legs. "Damn it, Ramattra. So I was wrong when I said you've never been with a human?" You let a broken chuckle, when his fingers went to your entrance.

"You already seem to have enough just by simple and almost meaningless touch. I wonder… I wonder what will happen…" And as he said that, two of his fingers entered you, making you shiver. "When I do this." He wasn't so intrigued by your reaction, so he started moving his fingers, stroking your sensitive walls. With them being long, he was brushing that soft stop inside you everytime. You couldn't help yourself from starting to get yourself off by playing with your clit, while letting out the sounds of pleasure. "Are humans always this desperate to cum?" He teased again. You didn't listen to him, even if you wanted you couldn't. You were in trance, high almost. Ramattra wasn't going to be this good and let you cum so easily.

The next thing you know that his fingers are no longer in you and he was holding your hands together. You looked at him with desperation in your eyes. "Please…" He didn't want to give in again. But you begged and it seemed you could do it until you would get what you wanted, it made him melt and he couldn't say no.

"It's so adorable that you're begging. I guess I have no other choice." You smiled at him, hearing that. But you weren't expecting what was about to happen. The next thing you saw was Ramattra getting an extra set of arms, that were huge compared to his normal arm. With his normal hands he grabbed his scepter and placed it against your chest. "I want you to grab it and not let go. I want you to stay in place when I will be, like humans like to say, fucking your brains out." You chuckled at that, not knowing he knew that kind of slang. Without a thought, you did what he told you to, he continued to do it too, keeping you in place like he said. Then you heard a strange sound, something was opening, then you saw something that shocked you.

Ramattra had a cock. You had no idea Omnics had any kind of genitalia in the first place. Or maybe he did it himself, who knew. Most likely, due to the fact how much detail it had. It was jet black like him, with purple elements on his shaft and a couple of wires under it. There was leaking with clear fluid, which must have been lube, because what else could it be.

The next thing you feel is him grab you by your lower parts of thighs with his huge hands, parting your legs further for him. "Are you ready for me?" He asked, you nodded. You thought he was going to demand you to use words, but it seemed that didn't want to waste any more time.

He slowly entered you, making you arch your back. As soon as he was fully inside, you let out a sigh mixed with a chuckle. "Damn… Who would've thought I would be fucked by an Omnic." Ramattra shaked his head and decided to ignore your comment. He started building a steady pace. "You're better than I thou—" At that very moment he hit you in the right spot, you started to lose focus on what was going on around you. You closed your eyes and focused on the pleasure.

"Stop talking so much." If he could roll his eyes, he would. "If it feels that good then stay quiet or I might stop."

"Please don't." You breathed out, getting closer and closer to the release. Your mind was completely clouded by bliss. "Please don't stop. Please!" His pace was getting faster. You could tell he was on the edge as well.

He let go of your thighs, leaning against the desk with his big hands, letting you wrap your legs around his ways and allowing Ramattra to get deeper inside of you, hitting the soft spot inside you everytime.

You felt overwhelmed and then finally, you let out a broken moan, finally hitting that sweet release. Ramattra reached it right after you, bending over you, letting out something like a low groan.

He pulled out and fixed his wires that were supposed to imitate hair and exited his nemesis mode. "I hope you enjoyed yourself, because I'm not planning on doing this again."

"Don't lie. I bet you enjoyed yourself as much as I did." You sat up and tried to stabilize your breathing. "When do you want to come back for a 'check up'?"

He couldn't a help chuckle, he grabbed your face, but this time in much more gentle way, getting a sound of approval from you. "And when do you have time?"

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch imagines #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #ramattra #ramattra x reader #ramattra x trans reader #ramattra x male reader #trans male reader #x male reader #male reader #ftm reader #smut #minors dni #not suitable for minors #minors do not interact #minors dont read

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Ooh, I got one. AITA for telling me sick, elderly dad "no" when he asked if I'd come help around the house?

So I think I know the answer to this already, but I'm curious about other people's opinions…. and I want to rant.

My dad and I (36, trans masc but I only figured that out about 5 years ago) have been butting heads for a while. Family situation is: I had cool hippy liberal parents but things went downhill with various addictions and depression. I lived with them until I was 30 (with me paying the bills for several years) and then finally moved out after I realized how unhealthy it was for me to be there.

Moving out coincided with me figuring out some things about myself, mainly the trans thing, probably because I felt more comfortable/safe and could focus on things other than that shitty living situation.

Another thing I'd finally realized, shortly before I moved out, was how messed up my relationship with my dad had been. Basically, I grew up with him doing this thing where he'd tell me I couldn't trust any of my friends (the implication being I could only trust him), or he'd tell me how smart I was because I saw things his way and talk about how people we knew were dumb because they didn't. He also taught me that I shouldn't show or admit to mental illness or neurodivergence because people (even my friends) would take advantage of me.

Once I'd gone, he repeatedly asking me to come visit, sending me messages about how sad he was and how much he missed me. I did visit a few times, but just being back in that house makes me feel real uncomfy.

At some point I share with him my observations about our past and how it negatively effected me. His response… is to say he doesn't think that's how it went. I keep trying to explain, asking him to acknowledge that these things did happen between us and, whether he meant it to or not, it did mess me up. He keeps dismissing it or redirecting the blame onto my mom or his shitty dad, or suggesting that my friends (who I'm living with now) have turned me against him.

But he also keeps pestering me to visit more, guilt-tripping me with how sad my old dog, Cavall, is after each time I do come by (I would have taken the dog with me, but he's a big fluffy malamute mix and the roommates have a small house + one is allergic. I didn't want to impose too much, so I'd limited myself to bringing only the one cat who I had the closest bond with and leaving the other pets with my parents).

All of this back-and-forth with my dad finally comes to a head a couple months ago when I ask for a specific item of mine that I left at my parents house. My dad responds with a little poem about how depressed he is because he misses me and I've abandoned him. I throw back some brusque line in which I call him "bro"…

… and that earns a response in which he mocks me about pronouns and gender identity.

I am shocked, because my parents were always super cool about queer stuff. I tell him so and then block him on facebook. He responds to that by scouring the house for everything I left behind, packing it up in cardboard boxes, and dumping it all in my roommate's driveway with zero notice.

I figure he's done with me at that point… but then, last week, he sent me an email which reads:

"I hope you're well. I hope your family is well. I miss you. I'm sick today. Weak. Dizzy. Queasy. Slept a lot, thankfully. I want to ask you, if I were to become too sick to do things for days, would you be someone I could ask to come make some soup, take out the trash, help and give comfort? I won't be surprised at a "no", but, a "yes" would be wonderful. I got the trash out and the dogs fed. Cavall is off his breakfast lately, but, usually eats supper. He used to eat better, but, he's really getting old and slow now. In the six years I've walked him he's gone from wanting to run a lot to slow walking and sniffing. I'm getting down some oatmeal with raisons and yogurt now. Hopefully I'll be better tomorrow. I think so, but, the question arises at such times. Plz tel yes or no, so I can know for future reference."

And, well, I told him no. I hate the idea of abandoning sick elderly people who are already living in poverty, but after all the shit I described, I don't want to be around him. So, what's the vote?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[piffany666]

Ok just one more punk progeny won't hurt~

Chapter 7 (part 2): Stirring the Pot.

(Ftm trans Bright eyes - Uses he/him pronouns)

Porter had sat himself between Bright eyes and Fred, which didn't leave Bright a lot of room since he was now between Porter and the end of the couch.

As William was thanking everyone for coming here, Bright and Porter took terns steeling glances.

But once William indicated that the "meeting" had officially begun, they composed themselves.

"Now first order of business, as some of you may know, about a week ago I made the suggestion that Bright eyes be transferred from Sam to me as a mentor-"

The reactions to this information varied.

Alexis sighed and thew her head back in disappointment but not suprise.

Fred was flabbergasted and tried to look past Porter to look Bright in the eyes.

But Porter was in the way, and even if he wasn't, Brights gase was focused on William.

Porter had already been informed by William that he was taking on a new progeny, however he wasn't exactly anticipating it being the same guy he'd picked up at a bar the other night.

"You said you where done"

Alexis interrupted.

William ignored her and carried on.

"Bright had told me upon hearing this that he'd like to think more on it before making a definitive decision"

Again, mixed reactions.

Both alexis and Porter looked confused as to why he wouldn't jump at the opportunity, except alexis looked more Insulted than confused.

Vincent had obviously already known this, so he was waiting in anticipation for Bright's answer.

"I reserved Sam's consent on the matter, and now I have Bright's answer"

Fred shot Sam a look of pleading confusion.

Sam avoided his gase.

"So....

Bright's coronation will commence during the solstice"

Vincent punched the air.

He was hoping that Bright would say yes ever since they hung out.

Sam shot him a look to say 'calm down' so Vincent coughed and restrained himself from jumping up and down yelling "IM GONNA HAVE A BABY BROTHER!"

Meanwhile alexis had her head in her hands.

"Speaking of the solstice, for those who arnt aware, I won't be attending this year"

"What!?"

Bright exclaimed.

The whole room fell silent, he hadn't realised that this was a don't speak unless spoken to tipe meeting.

William looked at him, as everyone else did.

"I'm sorry Bright eyes, I know how momentous of an occasion this will be for you and I'm truly sorry I won't be there to see it, but there's nothing that can be done"

Bright sunk into the couch in disappointment.

If he wasn't going to be there what was even the point?

"If your not gonna be there then who's gonna....you know?"

"Vincent"

William turned towards him.

"I know I've put a lot of responsibility on you and your partner already, but I trust you to be the one to do this, the crown will be delivered the day after next, cutting it short I know, but I digress"

Vincent had been very stressed planning the solstice, but he knew that this was something he wanted to do.

"You can count on me"

Vincent said while looking at Bright eyes despite him technically answering William.

"Thank you"

William continued

"There is one more thing, and it is imperative that you all pay attention.

You all know how gossip spreads and how stories can get.....misconstrued. and as far as the other clans are concerned the newborns don't exist. So here's what we're going to say if asked. After the wonder world tragedy I asked Sam If I could take on Bright as a progeny because I felt it unfair to dump all this responsibility onto him, so to take off some of the weight, I took in Bright and only now he has decided to come out of the shadows and make it official"

Everyone understood, mabye some better than others.

But essentially they were being asked to lie on William, Sam and Bright's behalf.

"Am I allowed to ask why?"

Bright asked sternly.

"The last time I took in someone else's progeny it was because their maker was abusive, Bright, I know you have your.....reservations about Sam, but if we tell them the truth they'll assume the worst and Samuel dosnt deserve that"

Bright scowled.

Why should he have to lie to protect Sam? Whatever, thought Bright.

He'd do what William asked of him, but the question is, would everyone else?

"I......appreciate this.....but....you don't need to lie for me-"

Sam tried to protest but William interrupted

"It's not up for discussion, I know the clans, they will blow this out of proportion and you don't deserve some ludicrous rumour hanging over you"

Vincent was reminded of the recent information that there was a rumour going around that he had....done something in order to get William to turn him, he personally didn't care and thought that it was no one's business and anyone who had the gawl to make up somthing like that should be ignored.

But Sam didn't want anyone to believe THAT bullshit rumour so why would he want anyone to think that about him?

"I hate this...."

Said Bright.

"I know you do, but it's what must be done and anyone that is intent on telling them the truth or feeding into this potential rumour won't be allowed to attend. That's final"

On that note, William ended the meeting.

The fellow clan members were free to convers with each other.

Bright was about to join in and possibly answer some questions but before he could, William stopped him.

"Bright eyes, there's somone I've wanted to introduce you to for some time now"

William gestured for Porter to stand and "properly greet" Bright eyes.

"Bright eyes this is Porter, an old friend of mine, Porter this is Bright eyes, as you know he'll be my new progeny as of the summit"

The two locked eyes, trying to contain their mixed emotions regarding seeing eachother again.

Until Porter gave him a.....look

Took his hand and slowly shook it.

"Charmed~"

Bright returned that....look and for a moment the two just stared at each other, with William watching over them.

Fred was still sitting down and to get up would mean bumping into both Porter and Bright eyes and he really didn't want to do that.

The current position he was in allowed him to watch their interaction quite closely and he wasn't sure how he felt about what he was being subject to witness.

William began again, interrupting the energy that the two had created.

"Porter, I know you haven't been here in a while but while Bright eyes has been staying here for some time now, I've been told that he hasn't done a whole lot of exploring, so I was wondering if you could show him around a bit? You know these walls better than most and it would be.....beneficial for him to get to know other vampires"

Vincent overheard this and called over from the other side of the room, once again to no one in particular.

"I'm sorry? Why on earth would you WANT anyone to get to know PORTER?"

This was obviously ment to be a playful jab at Porter, however Bright heard it as crule and insulting.

So he just scowled at Vincent and awaited an answer from Porter.

He turned back from Vincent to look at Bright eyes and said, just loud enough for Vincent to hear.

"I would be honoured"

And took Bright's hand in his again.

"Wonderful! I've wanted you two to meet for a while now, you have so much in common-"

"That is the meanest thing you have ever said!"

Vincent interrupted again.

"Oh hush!"

Growled Sam, smacking him lightly on the back of the head.

William continued.

"Oh! And before you go, Porter I assume that today you would want to retreat to your old room, but I regret to inform you that what was your room is now Bright's room, so you'll have to use one of the guest rooms. Or you two could just share!"

Both Bright and Porter felt like they were going to choke at that comment.

They needed to leave and assess the situation. Alone.

So they swallowed the smug feeling creeping up on them and left.

Hand in hand.

Fred, finally being able to get up from the couch, looked on at them. Even after they had left the room his eyes were fixated on the closed door.

What just happened?

As soon as the two were out of ear shot of the others, Bright dropped the coy exterior.

"OK so how'd you wanna do this?"

"Humm?"

"You wanna keep pretending like we don't know eachother? You wanna tell any of them that we've met before but leave out the more....graphic details?"

Porter chuckled a bit.

"Me and William may be close but we arnt that close, that is to say, I would never share the details of a particularly wonderful night with him. As for the others well"

He took a moment to ponder this.

"Well since you'll be a solaire member soon enough I suppose information such as that could really ruin a....specific members day"

Bright assumed he was talking about Vincent given his behaviour in the common room.

"You two seem to really hate eachother, what gives?"

Porter hesitated.

"If he hasn't told you then I suppose it's better we leave it as a story for another day besides I'd rather not burden you with such things, treasure~"

Bright rolled his eyes slightly.

"But I digress, last time we....spoke (not that there was a lot of talking involved) you didn't mention once that you where a solaire"

Bright moved closer to him.

"Neither did you"

Porter gave a one-note soft-laugh.

"Touché"

Bright thought for a moment, braking their gase.

"Well I mean...TECHNICALLY I wasn't, I still arnt"

Porter sighed

"You know what I mean, so, as of now, who are you?"

Bright's soldiers tensed

"I'm....a Collins"

Referring to himself as such made him shudder.

Porter was shocked but smiled as he scoffed and tilted his head in thought.

"Samuel Collins? HE'S your?-"

"Oh god no! I'm his...grand progeny...? I-i was...turned by the guy you where sitting next to in the meeting, HE'S Sam's. But yeah I guess Sam is...WAS my mentor"

Porter almost couldn't believe it. Samuel Collins, the same Samuel Collins he knew 5 years ago, took on two progenys within the time he'd been gone, he really had missed so much.

"Well...fancy that"

Bright felt like they were getting off topic.

"Soooo, we're gonna keep....this a secret ooooor what?"

Porter was brought back to the present with this question.

The "look" he'd given Bright in the meeting returned to his face.

"Well that depends"

He stepped closer to him, lowering his voice

"Where would you like...this to go?"

The Manor was huge, almost every hallway looked the same so it was easy to get lost in.

But alexis didn't see what the big deal was, Porter and Bright where both annoying little sh*ts, it makes sense that they'd entertain themselves for so long.

And yet everyone was getting all worked up about how long they were taking.

To ease their concerns alexis was sent to retrieve them so that William could have another one of his "private meetings" with Porter.

It took quite a bit of trekking through the hallways to finally hear a muffled sound behind one of the doors, she assumed it was Porter and Bright, who eles could it have been?

So she opened the door.

Porter dug his fingers into Bright's hips as his back continuously hit the wall.

Bright's hands lay either side of Porter's neck, his fingers becoming well acquainted with his jugular, their tongues colluding over eachother in a perpetuated motion.

They both kept their eyes closed, drinking in every moment of this.

But as Porter took a moment to catch his breath and migrate his mouth from lips to neck, somthing caught in the corner of his eye.

And then he locked eyes with....her.

Then she vanished into the hallway.

Bright hadn't seen her so he didn't know the cause of Porter's sudden panic.

Porter however didn't have time to explain.

He pulled himself out from in-between the wall and Bright eyes and for a moment continously hesitated between going after her and staying with him.

Eventually he made the decision.

"Damn it. I'll be right back"

And then he pulled Bright closer to him, allowing himself to softly but quickly collide his lips with Bright's cheek then wisked away into the hallway after her.

Bright was left dazed, confused and more than a little aroused.

He moved his hand up to his cheek where Porter had left his invisible mark on him.

What just happened?

Alexis was faster than Porter but he was skilled.

He swerved and tackled her to the ground before she could reach the door to where everyone was still congregated.

Once he had her in a hold, he rolled them both away into another hallway, as to make sure the others don't overhear any of this interaction.

"OOW GET OFF OF ME YOU BRITISH F*K TART"

"Fine, just don't tell anyone in that room what you just saw"

"Oh like hell I won't!"

Porter pushed her head to the ground.

"Vincent's gonna kill you for trying to bed his new 'little brother' on the first day of meeting him!"

Porter smirked.

"Actually we had already met, at a bar, on the night of my arrival"

Alexis's grin widened.

"Oh hohoho~ you-"

Again her head hit the ground

"Is there anything I can do to convince you to stay quiet about this?"

"No"

"Thought not. Then I propose a....compromise. and I think you'll find that this way of doing things will make things more....hard for Vincent to swallow"

Alexis stopped struggling for a moment.

Then her smile returned to her face.

"I'm listening"

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Hii!! Hopping on the request train for Eddie munson x ftm!reader, do u think u could do a smut fic with a dom!eddie?? Like either a hot messy lead up or some action? I love ur writing so honestly just have fun with it ^^ thankkk uuuu :))

Hi, thanks for this request. I hope I did you justice!

Requests have resumed. You can submit yours here!

Currently writing for Eddie Munson. I write for a variety of reader inserts (male, female, gender neutral, readers of color too).

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Eddie Munson x Trans!Male Reader

CW: Smut/Smut Adjacent (18+ only please);

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It's one thing to say that you'd been asking for it--because it's not wholly true. You haven't physically put the words together. But Eddie sees it all happening.

The way you sulk just a little in the corner of Jeff's garage. The way you respond to Eddie, but it is clipped and just enough words to get the point across. Eddie's not sure what you're looking for--comfort, release. He's think for a moment something might've happened earlier in the day or week. But you hadn't mentioned anything prior today.

You were slightly the type to old things tight lipped until Eddie made you confess. He definitely had his own way of getting the truth out of you. Sometimes a simple puppy dog eye look would work. Sometime he really had to work it out of you, bringing over the edge of your own orgasm again and again and again until tears slipped down your cheeks, body shaking beneath his tongue and fingers.

Eddie slings his guitar to the back. He walks--eyes searching your body. You looked fine, maybe slightly tired but not overly so that your eyes drooped. Eddie and you had eaten before practice. It wasn't anything fancy. But it was something.

"You okay?" Eddie asks.

He watches, your eyes slowly move up his frame. "I'm okay."

It's the most level you've sounded today. Maybe it's an improvement. "Eat enough?"

"Lunch was good," you answer.

"I'm glad it was good. But was it enough?" Eddie presses on.

"It was enough," you supply.

Eddie hums, eyes narrowing. Gareth's sticks click--they'll be resuming practice again soon. They only have another 30 minutes left for Jeff's parents return and want their house noise free. But Eddie only watches. You settle back where you'd been and just as you sit, your leg shakes.

There it is. Eddie grins. "We won't be much longer, sweetheart. Can you be good? Just thirty more minutes."

Your lips purse and you look everywhere but Eddie. You nod. "Yeah, yeah I can."

"What was that?" Eddie leans in, ear pressed in your direction.

"Yes, I can be good, sir."

Eddie takes another step forward, cupping your left cheek before pressing a kiss to the right one. "That's what I wanted to hear."

The rest of practice flies by. It's easy to pump out the two songs--they're covers and really just for fun. But it's nice to take the moment to let their hair down--figuratively--and let the music take over. It leaves a thrum in Eddie's veins. He takes you gently, fingers threading through yours.

There hasn't been a quip out of you, but Eddie knows the buzz that crawls under your skin. He's learned all too well the way that you can withdraw when you don't want to impose. It may be a polite demeanor but like everyone need consumes. It refuses to anything in the wake of its fire.

The trailer is empty and a relief falls to the pit of Eddie's stomach. "Want water?"

It's a game. If Eddie pushes the limits of your patience, you will push back. Ss much as Eddie likes being able to provide comfort to you, be able to anticipate your needs and provide the assistance to help you with those needs, he likes it when there's a clear directive from you. When you have a moment of spark to light the match, Eddie loves the way your touch sears his skin.

He loves too to watch you writhe beneath him. He loves to make you cry out. But when you push him to push you it proves all the more just ow well teh two of fit together like puzzle pieces. So Eddie continus on. "We've got grape juice too. Soda."

"You," you state.

"What about me?" Eddie questions. He tries to keep his tone level, ct as if he's not aware of what he's doing. He toes out of his shoes.

"You,"you emphasize.

"I'm sorry, my dear. But I'm not a mind reader. What about me?"

Eddie can see it, the way the words keep dancing on your tongue but your mouth doesn't fully come together to form them. This happens. When everything in you is focused on just one thing, just release. But he still needs the verbal consent. Still needs to know that what he is seeing and reading accurate.

"Want you," you push out from your teeth.

"Hurts, right?" Eddie asks, taking steps to close the distance between the two of you. "When you just want something so desperately, but you can't articulate it or can't get it out. It hurts, doesn't it?"

You nod. "Yeah."

Eddie takes your chin into between his thumb and rest of his fingers. "But it helps, right, sweet boy. It helps when someone else gets it. Can pick up on what you want."

Your nod is eager. "Yes."

Eddie cooes, stroking his thumb over your chin. "Yeah, it helps doesn't it?" He leans in, pressing in close until his lips seal around yours.

Your exhale becomes Eddie's favorite sound. He swallows it down into his chest, and prays to all the gods in existence he can hold that sound there. It vibrates against his ribs and he loves it. He loves how you cling to him, kissing back into his mouth. There's the taste of what you had for lunch earlier and the soda you had dancing around the taste of Eddie's earlier cigarette.

You curl your fingers into the cotton of Eddie's t-shirt, but you don't pull him in any closer. Eddie's hand moves from your cheek to cupping the back of your head. He doesn't move to pull you in closer. The two of you are touching but not consuming. You want a taste, a nibble, but not the full course meal. It feels like cheating to hold something so close and to taste it, but not let it take over. It's like having dessert before the full course meal.

The thing about this--the hovering, the kisses and touches that don't take--is that there will be a break. Someone's control will snap first. Someone will becomes so desperate first and when that happens, the flood gates have been opened beyond repair. There's nothing to do but let everything rush out until there's only dribbles left.

You cave first. It's not surprising. Eddie could feel it happening, the tightening in your jaw before you broke the kiss first and tugged his body into his. Eddie's never been insecure about his masculinity. In fact, some of his own personal beliefs--shown by his immense desire to not cut his hair--helped you define what masculinity means for you. But there are moments, like right now where even your own desire and dominance makes Eddie a little weak in the knees.

He likes when you manhandle him too because it reminds him he still something and someone you desire. You whine over his face when you break the kiss and Eddie doesn't give into the exposure of your neck to him. He inhales the cologne you dabbed on this morning, but kiss like he knows you want him too.

"Touch me," you beg into his ear. "I'm literally going to explode if you don't."

Eddie laughs. "No, no, don't explode. Well, unless it's on my tongue and fingers. Then you can."

You shake her head. "Won't be enough," you whine.

"No, my tongue and fingers won't be enough? Baby boy, what would be? What would be enough?" Eddie swallows down his own pang of fear. Is this you saying he's not enough?

"Want all of you," you beg. "Cock, god, I need it."

The fear dissipates a little. "Oh, I can do that." His words come out with a slight tremble, but when you kiss him again, fervent and hot, the fear disappears fully.

The two of you carry yourself from the living room into the bedroom. Eddie leads the way. But the entire time, he holds your face close. "Does this mean I get a taste though, right? If I don't get a chance to taste you and jerk you off too, then I think it's pointless. You get to be stuffed full the least I can get is the taste of you."

You snort, even when you're far gone Eddie's incessant rambling always manages to break through the haze of desire just enough to make you laugh. "I like you better when your mouth is full and working. Your much less ridiculous," you whisper back. It's not that Eddie is less quiet. Not even the removal of his vocal cords could make him quiet, but he's less of a rambling fool.

"Then let's get you out of this delicious looking pants and let me get my mouth to work then, huh?"

"Thank God," you whine.

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i am BEGGING a rodrick heffley x trans!boy reader, can it be a one-shot but i don't mind the genre as long as its not angst lmao, everywhere else is dry of good x trans guy reader stuff but i love your work and i'm interested in what you can come up with. thank you very much :)

omg- okok so this was adorable and i had to write abt it! it's a bit shorter but i hope it's alright anon :)

Prince Charming

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pairing: rodrick heffley x trans!boy reader

summary: rodrick helps cheer you up after a crappy day and makes sure you know your true value.

warnings: light swearing (like 3 times?), brief mentions of transphobic parents, rlly cheesy and corny but other than that just some good old, loving fluff <3

word count: 455

a/n: also i'm glad to know you enjoy my work, thanks for that boost in my confidence love 💕 ik the gifs have nothing to do with the fic but he just looks so bloody good in them- 🦋🦋🦋 (still debating whether i like it or not… i'll admit this is my first time writing something like this so lmk if it's any good 😭)

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you're sitting in your room, blasting music from your speakers as you wait patiently for rodrick.

your door slams open and you jerk up from your slumped position, heart pounding from the sudden noise, to stare at the door. more specifically, your boyfriend who is standing in your doorway, chest heaving from (most likely) the run to your house.

rodrick steps inside and walks over to you, wrapping his arms around you and engulfing you in a hug.

you had called him shortly after you had gotten home, desperately needing to see him after your day at school. he slowly releases you from his embrace and walks towards your door, shutting it before pulling you onto your bed with him. as the two of you lay down you feel him stroking your hair, trying to give you comfort.

“what's wrong? are you ok?” rodrick speaks up after a while. “yeah… just needed to see you…” you mutter.

you can feel him shake his head slightly and laugh. “you gave me a heart attack, you know that right? i thought it was your parents again...”

rodrick spoke carefully about your parents, knowing their views on you. they always disregarded your preferred pronouns and made you feel like utter crap. rodrick was always there for you though, comforting and sitting with you. reassuring you that you're perfect and all that he could want.

“no… not this time… just had a shitty day.” you tighten your grip around him, pulling him even closer to you.

“well it's a good thing i'm here to make it less shitty then, yeah?” he chuckles and you can't stop the wide smile that appears on your face. you could always count on him to cheer you up.

“how did i get so lucky to have you as my boyfriend?” you ask rhetorically. “if anything, i'm the lucky one. i mean come on, i managed to get the hottest guy in town to date me. and people say i have no talents.” he answers regardless, the last part with a hint of amusement.

you laugh at his words and lean up to press a gentle kiss on his cheek. “you're adorable.” he smiles widely and shakes his head, “that's all you.”

“charming.” you say sarcastically, finding his cheesy comment ridiculous but cute nonetheless.

“prince charming.” he corrects. “ah yes, how could i forget,” you pretend to faint, “my handsome prince charming.” you carry on dramatically.

rodrick rolls his eyes at your actions and returns your kiss from earlier with his own on your cheek. “well then you're my prince charming too.”

you nod, “i can live with that…” smiling at his words.

“i love you…” he mutters and your heart melts.

“i love you too.”

you've never said truer words in your life. this boy loved and accepted you for you, and how could you not live him back?

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