#sticky thinks transphobia is going on but it isn't

[spicy-lefaiye]

some spicy i wrote with salvatore and his ex last night <3 just an outline but still

kinks: daddy kink, some cum eating, public sex

CW: incredibly brief references to salvatore's internalized homophobia + transphobia

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salvatore's first time having sex with bruno, before they properly get together

- bruno and sal are in the back alley behind the herald, taking advantage of bruno's smoke break. it's risky having sex in public like this, but neither of them is willing to risk going to a motel, so it'll have to do.

- sal has bruno pinned to the wall of the alleyway, easily holding him in place despite bruno being taller and broader than him. their lips are locked and their arms are around each other, bruno's hands resting on sal's hips while sal's are on his chest. the kiss is quick and rushed--bruno's inexperience is evident, and sal naturally takes the lead.

- finally, salvatore breaks the kiss and licks down to bruno's throat, where he bites down and starts sucking a mark into the freckled skin. bruno moans, squeezing sal's hips. when sal bites down a little harder, he lets out a breathy whimper. sal releases bruno's throat and runs his tongue over the bruise he left there, grinning as bruno pants softly.

- "f-fuck, sally," he whimpers. "i-"

- sal nips bruno's throat one more time and kisses him again, shifting to slot a thigh between bruno's legs and grind it against the growing hardness there.

- "shhhh," sal whispers as he bites bruno's bottom lip. "be *quiet*, freckles--let daddy see what you've got here." he grinds his leg against bruno's hardening cock as he does, grinning as he watches bruno struggle to keep himself from crying out.

- sal finally takes some pity on the younger man and presses their lips together, sliding his tongue into bruno's mouth as he moves a hand down to palm bruno through his slacks. the kiss muffles bruno's whimpering as salvatore gives him an experimental squeeze. bruno still isn't fully hard, but he's thick and heavy in sal's hand even through his slacks.

- "mmm, you're a pretty big one, ain't ya'?" he drawls. for a moment, he briefly entertains the idea of taking it into his mouth, but he decides against that immediately. no way in hell he's getting on his knees where anyone could see, and no way in hell is he risking that for some prettyboy waiter.

- so, instead, sal squeezes bruno's dick again before he starts fumbling with the buttons, trying his best to open them while he mouths at bruno's jaw. finally, though, he manages to get bruno's pants undone, and immediately he reaches in to pull out bruno's cock.

- bruno hisses a little as sal grabs his dick directly, letting out ragged, panting breaths as sal breaks the kiss to look down at bruno's cock. like he thought, it's *big*, much more so than he'd expect someone like bruno to have.

- "shit," sal can't help but say as he grins, squeezing the thick member in his hands. "didn't think you had a third leg down there, freckles." as he speaks, he smears his thumb over the head, gathering the beading precum and spreading it over the sensitive skin.

- salvatore has never had sex with someone with a penis before, but he doesn't let himself second-guess anything he's doing. he's already here, so he isn't going to pussy out or admit his own inexperience. he removes his hand from bruno's cock just long enough to spit into his palm, then reaches back down to continue stroking him, his spit-slick hand gliding across the hot skin.

- bruno is struggling to keep his composure, his hands gripping salvatore's shoulders now as sal slowly jerks him off. sal moves, casually lifting one hand to tangle his fingers in bruno's sweaty curls as he continues pumping his thick cock.

- "that's it," he growls in a low voice in bruno's ear. "that's it, keep nice and quiet for daddy." sal's called himself daddy with dames before, but bruno seems receptive to it enough, so whatever.

- bruno whimpers again, and soon enough, he's cumming, spilling his hot, sticky seed into sal's hand. as he does, he desperately shoves his lips onto sal's, kissing him with messy fervor. for about ten seconds or so, sal keeps kissing him, eventually drawing back just enough to look at bruno through half-lidded eyes.

- bruno is a wreck--his face is flushed dark red and he has multiple bitemarks forming on his neck, his hair mussed and his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath.

- "that's a good boy," salvatore purrs. he didn't particularly enjoy the sensation of bruno's cum spilling into his hand, but he doesn't think about that as he lifts his hand and holds it up to bruno's mouth. "clean me up--make sure daddy's nice and presentable."

- immediately, bruno whimpers as he starts lapping at sal's hand, eagerly cleaning up his own cum and only flinching momentarily at the bitter taste. sal, who's already been feeling *hot* between his legs, shifts a bit, groaning at the sight. he can feel his briefs growing damp.

- "eager little slut," salvatore says with a grin. "that's a good whore. good boy, freckles." he boldly slips two fingers into bruno's mouth, stroking his tongue, as bruno looks down at him with completely undisguised *need.* even though bruno's just cum, he looks like he *needs* salvatore.

- salvatore feels a rush of emotions he can't quite identify, and he rips his fingers out of bruno's mouth before dragging him into another kiss. it's sloppy and uncoordinated, and sal wrinkles his nose at the taste of bruno's cum, but he doesn't pull away until a few moments have passed.

- for a few seconds, they both stand there, catching their breath. then, sal smiles.

- "better get back to work, freckles," sal drawls. "don't want 'em missin' ya'." bruno looks confused.

- "what about you?" he asks. "i can-"

- "i'll see ya' around," salvatore cuts him off quickly. he presses one more peck to bruno's lips before pulling away entirely. "i got work to do, too--can't stay."

- bruno frowns, but he nods in understanding as he puts his spent cock away. "i'll see ya' around, sally." sal chooses not to dwell on the clear disappointment in his voice.

#xavier makes text posts #xavier ocs (spicy edition) #xavier writing (spicy edition) #oh oh oh sexy vampire #this is okay to rb of course

[sleepym123]

Jeff Hodek Head cannon

Some weekly head cannons of our favorite smiley man

Ok so let's start:

If you would get him a phone and make him create his own profile on an app, he wouldn't be using it that much. When he does, he posts something random or something only he understands. People would be confused and he would just laugh because they don't understand his jokes or posts.

He stays in abandoned buildings, houses, cabins and peoples attics for the night or for the time being. Now, it depends on his survival skills and luck. Living in cabins is good, but still dangerous. Cabins are in forests, which means he would be on high alert all the time because of the animals that live there. Living in attics is also dangerous, people could get onto him if he isn't quiet. He's mostly safe in abandoned buildings and houses since people don't go there often. If he has an S/O, the he lives with them.

Since he carved the smile on his face, his jaw is not in good shape. He can't really eat food in the normal way, he cuts his food in smaller pieces so he can eat properly. He often mumbles and murmurs instead of talking since of the jaw problem. But when he talks properly, let him take his time while doing so since he sounds a bit off so he tries to be understanding.

He likes naming his knives wierd names.

Since some people don't understand him when he talks, he has a small notebook and pencil with him at all times, so he can communicate better. If his S/O has a job, then he writes small but cute sticky notes on their fridge, in the morning when they leave, and in the evening when they come back. It's a short little note, but it shows his S/O that he cares.

Loves kids, adores them. So if he has a kid that thinks he's their father figure, he wont really mind it at all but will start being protective in some situations. He hates child abuse, homophobia, transphobia and really religious people in general since he thinks that people should choose who they are and what they are going to be.

Him and Liu don't really visit each other that much. But when they do, they talk and hang out the whole time. They were partners in crime in the past, but that doesn't mean they aren't now, so Liu would still help Jeff with his 'work' every once in a while just for the heck of it. Since we started talking about Liu, let's talk about the kids. Jeff just loves Liu's kids, spending time with them when they are together. The kids, of course, love spending time with him and doing some fun activities with him. He usually babysits for Liu when he's out of town or has to do some 'things'. Uncle Jeff is the best uncle in the world! *insert 1# uncle mug*

Is he the type to comfort someone when they are sad? Yes. He comforts people when it's just them alone since he doesn't really want to show his soft side in front of other people. Most definetlly will listen to them talk about it and rub their back. But there is a difference between being sad about stress and tiredness and being sad because someone was being an asshole. If its the other thing, the person will most definetlly be on the missing people part of the news.

He doesn't really do his 'work' for fun, he's more of an anti-hero since he gets rid of bad people.

If he's drunk, he gets supper clingy and wont leave the person he's with until he's sober. But that's rare since he only drinks during parties or when he's really bored. If he decides to throw something at someone in that state, he stops what he's doing and goes to that person to see if they are ok. He basicaly becomes half sober and panics, like a lot. Once he's reassured that the person is fine, he goes outside to get some fresh air and clear his mind. Then he blames it on himself and he feel guilty about it.

He is a cat and dog person

#jeff the killer #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta comunity #Jeff Hodek #creepypasta headcanon #jeff the killer headcanons #Jeff Hodek headcanons #3 am posts

[a-moth-to-the-light]

Journal Dump!

Finals ended over a week ago for me, but somehow I'm still feeling the effects (honestly, they're only getting worse). I think about writing for Tumblr a lot--it brings me so much joy!--but fatigue and muscle pain are reaching absolutely ridiculous levels for me, making writing difficult. I think this is because when I get started writing, I feel so wonderful and at peace that I can't imagine stopping, leading to levels of exertion that really aren't good for me. But I also really want to write, so I'm trying to be more careful about that :)

So for today, I'm just going to share some stuff I've jotted down in my personal Discord server over the past few weeks, mostly in my now-just-vents channel, which I use as a diary that I just update whenever I feel like it. I thought these were kind of cool when I looked back at them, so I hope you'll enjoy :)

1. TBL Quotes

So I've mentioned that I'm an avid reader of TheBiasList before, and I'm sure other fans will recognize that in certain elements of my style. I always love Best Of lists, and Nick's Best Songs of 2022 list featured some particulary lovely writing. Nick's writing always gets the job done, but these sentences made me more emotional than they had any right to, which was unexpected and very welcome!

Maybe Forever 1 isn’t fireworks after all. Maybe it’s a confetti drop, flanked by confetti cannons. Whatever the case, there’s a lot to sweep up after the song has finished. Specks of multicolored paper, damp with tears of resilience and joy.

Replay feels deeply, its frayed nerves sewn into every beat.

[link to the entry I got these quotes from]

2. Reader Things

i highlight and sticky-note, yet rarely look back at the stickies i leave in books except to take them out. i suppose i annotate like the person i wish to be, one who combs through pages of annotations for his reading journal, which is full of pretty, aesthetic handwriting.

3. When Life Becomes Livable (cw suicidal ideation & fantasies)

and that's what i'm used to, isn't it? knowing that this can't last long, but that nothing can so i might as well just take what i can get, no matter the cost, before the curtains come down. i'm used to watching for the end, eagle-eyed. i'm used to resigning myself to all that is impossible to live with, all that makes me want to walk forever into the sea. i'm not used to security or livability, so i watch for the end and assume i will not live, even as it begins to dawn on me that i may.

4. Some People Just Don't Care About Trans Kids, and it Fills My Bones With Fear (cw: transphobia)

To Fox News: Do you know how badly I wish to be alive? Understand me.

This was in response to an article I don't have the strength to find, one of those ones about policies that will forcefully out kids to their parents if they disclose their identites at school... For someone as frequently suicidal as myself, this couple of sentences surprised me as I wrote them. But I keep rereading them, and they keep feeling so, so true. It's the new meds, maybe :)

5. Reflections on Life without Religion

But I have a reason to live and progress and reach for those holy moments where life, my own and that of others, feels valuable in a way that rings deep in my chest. I do it all for one who loves and admires and, I dare say, designed me--my past self. Intelligent design? Not always, but sometimes. Certainly sometimes. I do it for her.

If you're curious about my religious affiliantions (really, my lack thereof), I direct you to this post!

6. Ending with Fluffy Music Content

StayC's "Love Fool" reminds me the joy of saying, "I'm excited to see you!"

This song still hasn't become a classic for me--I mean, I just love so many StayC songs so much more--but I've definitely started to see what people see in it!

#thanks for joining me on this little trip through the past few weeks! it's time for me to go back to resting now :) #six keeps on running #personal writing #journaling #thebiaslist #agnostic

[silenthillmutual]

Could I request a prompt with non-binary dankovsky coming out/being outed? With any character being loving and accepting of them? I love ur writing!

I’m sorry this is so late, I’ve had terrible writer’s block recently. I just...wanted to write Sticky & Daniil interacting more, I hope that’s okay!! ----------

Of all the people he expects to encounter on his way out of the house on this horrible Tuesday in the pouring rain, Burakh’s would-be assistant is not exactly high up on the list. He sees him from time to time, it’s true, usually in the shack where the rest of the kids play or hauling some stolen goods to the tailor’s in hopes of better payment. What he’s doing standing just outside the door instead of in is anyone’s guess, but Dankovsky doesn’t need the boy dying of hypothermia. “Good lord, child. Come in.”

She’s about half-ready for there to be some sort of argument, but perhaps because the boy is already shaking from the cold, he doesn’t offer one. His shoes are loud against the wood of the floor, feet stomping as he enters. Daniil wonders if he was sent down here on some sort of errand gone awry, but it doesn’t exactly explain what he was doing out in the rain.

And he doesn’t look at Dankovsky, either. In one of those moody phases, if Daniil had to guess.

“What brings you to my door, young Matchstick?” they ask, and they’re hoping the ridiculousness of the tone or at least the usage of his full name will drag something out of him, but Sticky just keeps glowering at the wall. Daniil waits, but there’s only so much waiting they can do while the boy is making puddles of the floor. Eva’s not in at the moment, but Daniil can’t just leave the mess for her to clean when she gets back.

By now, he knows where the linens are kept. He’s always been too anxious at spills, about messes, took to cleaning his room when he couldn’t get to sleep. It’s not too much of a bother to find some clean towels and throw them at Sticky’s head, but the youth still doesn’t have much of a reaction to the motion, just taking it and rubbing at his hair in a daze.

Which is a problem all its own. Daniil’s not a damn mind reader. “All right,” she sighs, “What’s got you in such a foul mood? More gang warfare I should know about?” Sticky shakes his head, eyes on the ground. “Well? Don’t tell me Burakh’s kicked you out -”

Sitcky throws the towel to the floor.

Daniil is startled, to say the least. And more than a little angry. “I can’t believe that. What happened?”

“I didn’t get kicked out,” Sticky clarifies, kicking at the towel. “I ran off.”

“You ‘ran off’?” they parrot. “That won’t do. You are his ward, he must be looking for you -”

“I don’t care!” Sticky snaps. “I heard him - urgh!” he throws his hands up, and back down, smacking against the wall. “I heard him call you Dankovskaya.” He turns on Daniil, eyes wide. “Dankovskaya! And then I think he wanted to say something else, but - Ah!”  he slaps the wall, frustrated. “I didn’t expect that from him, of all people!”

“Ah.” Daniil says. He picks at his gloves, trying to think of the best way to go about this conversation. He wasn’t planning on it so soon. Or, really, at all. Should’ve seen this coming, he thinks; but then, it hadn’t occurred to him that someone might take it the wrong way. That someone would even care. “We should have a talk about that, then.”

“You don’t need to. I gave him an earful.” He sounds awfully proud of himself, through the anger in his face. “I told him that just because you’re - you. You know, you can be difficult sometimes - that he couldn’t just. Get your name wrong, and stuff!”

“Not Burakh and I, Sticky. I meant you and I.”

He frowns at Daniil, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I know, doctor. About the testerone. I didn’t mean to look! I was just going through your stuff -” he puts his hands out. “Not to steal anything! I just think medical equipment is cool. And I saw it -”

Daniil snorts. “Is that why my beg is such a disorganized wreck?”

“It was like that before I got there,” he defends. Daniil rolls her eyes. “Anyway. I’ve met other people like that before. I mean, not yet, but some of the kids around town wanna be like that when they get older. So I already know about not ungendering and stuff.”

“Misgendering,” Daniil corrects. “But, ah...” He clears his throat. “He wasn’t.”

“I heard him, doctor. He definitely said -”

“I asked him to,” Daniil interrupts. Sticky blinks back at them, owlish. Daniil sighs, running a gloved hand through their hair. “I asked him to alternate between Dankovsky and Dankovskaya, between pronouns. I like all of them.” He still doesn’t seem to be getting it, or at least not digesting it. “I don’t have a gender, Sticky. I take hormones to feel more comfortable in my body, but my gender is...” they wave their hand. “Not really existent.”

There’s a soft sound of confusion as Sticky opens his mouth, then closes it again. Bewildered, he asks, “You can do that?”

Daniil smirks. “My dear child, you can do anything you want.”

“But I thought you had to choose one or the other,” Sticky says, perplexed. “Like, you had to be a boy or a girl. That’s what they keep saying in class -”

“And this town is horribly backwards! Oh, but I can’t say the Capital is much better,” he admits. “Colleagues at my lab are aware, and many of them are the same. But you really needn’t choose, if indeed you feel it is a choice for you. Which, may I remind you - for many, it isn’t.”

“Right, right, sorry.” Sticky scratches his head. “So what are you if you’re...neither? Can you be both?”

“Absolutely you can,” Daniil says. “And somedays you can be one, or the other. It’s not dichotomy. It’s...more of a spectrum. Or a mess.”

“Like your bag,” Sticky says. Daniil glowers. “Wait, can your bag be your gender? Serious question!”

“If you feel so inclined, yes. Any thing or abstract concept that gives you euphoria in that direction, sure. But It’s not mine,” they emphasize.

Sticky nods, and shuffles his feet around. “That’s a lot to think about, honestly. Now I’m gonna...” he ruffles his hair. “Is it normal to have to think about it a lot?”

“What, your gender?” he nods. “Damned if I know what normal is. For me, it’s always been a question, though I doubt that that answer helps you very much.”

“Uh-huh. No. It kinda does,” he says. “But it’s.” He looks up, and very earnestly. “You’re really cool, you know that?” Daniil laughs. “I’m serious! You know all this cool stuff I wouldn’t have learned if you hadn’t come here. I hope you stay, when it’s all over.”

Daniil blinks. It’s the first time the idea has been brought up to her. Not even Eva has asked. She doesn’t have to ask if the question is serious. She can tell just from the look on his face that it is. “I’ll consider it,” she says softly.

#he's nb transmasc here #misgendering mention #sticky thinks transphobia is going on but it isn't #daniil dankovsky #sticky (pathologic) #ok to rb #nori writes #also it occurs to me i've never written someone switching b/w pronouns #so i hope i did that. okay #Anonymous #mine #icarus.docx

[trans-advice]

I have an iffy question. Is it right to tell a cisgender gay man that they AREN'T gay if they aren't attracted to pre-op trans men? Because I see the opposite of that phrase all the time like - "If you're a cishet man attracted to a trans woman, you are STILL STRAIGHT." If a cis gay man still respects the trans man's gender, but isn't attracted to the trans man's *sex*, then are they transphobic? (contd)

(pt2 contd from “Iffy Question.”) We put so much effort into reaffirming that “Gender does not equal sex.” If *some* cis gay men aren’t attracted to trans men based upon their current physical sex, then I don’t think that makes any of us “less than a man.” We’re still men. That’s our gender. And if a cis gay men respects trans people’s gender but *just* doesn’t experience arousal from specific genitalia - I’m not sure if that’s transphobic. (contd)

(pt3 contd “Iffy Question.”) We spend so much time saying that “no one can decide whether or not you are *such and such* identity, your identity belongs to YOU.” Why do we as trans people suddenly have the right to tell people what their sexual orientation “REALLY” is? (I don’t recall if I said this already) I feel like some cishets/cisgays are under the impression that - if they like trans people, then they are *less gay/straight.* Which is false. Just like - (contd)

(pt final contd “Iffy Question”) I’ve probably fucked up a lot of this Ask because I didn’t save each part, I’ve just been word-vomiting here. Where gender and sexual orientation meet in discussion is SUCH a fucking sticky area. Sorry if I have offended. My main message/question here was - “What gives us the right to tell a person ‘you’re not ACTUALLY gay/lesbian/etc if you aren’t attracted to trans people.’”? No one can tell ME if I am or am not LGBT. Why should I be able to? Or anyone? Thanks.

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an answer

Okay. There’s a lot here. So I’m just going to try to answer what I can spot. (Also when. I started reading this I thought you were cis.)

I think saying gay is only for loving/sex-acting with cis men but not trans men is wrong. Like if it’s physical, strap ons & dildos exist. Like gay is not only anal. Right now I am Sighing my butt off.

For whether it’s transphobic to not want to sleep with trans people. My answer’s … basically that while anyone disrespecting your response of no/lack of consent is rapey, transphobia, sexism, racism are based on biases. Biases are results based. So overall with society being overall disgusted by trans partners, then you would be contributing to a harmful bias “results skew”.

So if you’re like actively denying them etc instead of weighing it out, you might miss a couple that you could actually accept/tolerate. That’s just called dealing with prejudice. And frankly a lot of social prejudices that are with like implicit bias tend to come up more with sex/romance partner searching.

So basically, while it is transphobic Bias to immediately reject trans people, it’s also like why would they want to sleep with you if you’re like that? (Maybe because options get limited, but whatever).

Now to your question about how gay is it & can I keep my card?

So basically heteronormativity & it’s obvious counterpart homosexuality, those divisions are in fact premised on the transgender condition not existing.

Personally, as a bisexual trans woman, I identified as gay in my youth because back in 2009-2013 there was a lot more visibility with gays & to a slightly lesser degree lesbians. This was because I like men, I have had the same physiology, and marriage equality would benefit me whether I transitioned to womanhood or fell for a guy or a gal.

So I was trying to reconcile this history with my actual status. And so one day in my … let’s say gay fandom browsing I came across an interview involving this content creator who identifies as gay even though he also identifies as bisexual like a Kinsey 5 sort of way. He said he uses the phrase “culturally gay” because socially he’s basically part of the gay circles even though he occasionally likes to sleep with a woman.

So my point being is, even though I identify as a bisexual transgender woman, I also identity as “culturally gay/MLM”. However, these days that’s starting to become more of a historical footnote as I become more focused on my future. But my past self is definitely culturally gay.

So I propose using “culturally ” if you fall for or sleep with a trans person.

Also I remember reading about how different sex positions can be labeled with different sexualities. And basically that depends on what you’re focusing on. Like a bridge can be a connection, a way to die, and a shelter, depending on what angle you’re approaching it. So if a gay guy focuses a lot on genitalia then that would probably weigh in more (which reminds me of “size queens” but whatever.) Is it hurtful to others? Yeah. Should you want to be with someone who is hurtful to you? Oh Hell No!

I’m not sure what else you said here. There’s a lot of insecurity in this ask. And I already wrote a lot & I hope you’re able to read this.

some other labels

include androphilia, gynephilia, etc. I think there’s some space/astronomy analogies for attributed gender that basically code sun = attributed masculine, moon = attributed feminine, stars = attributed neutral. The focus is on that other people say it regardless of how the subject identifies. Those could probably help out too.

https://trans-advice.tumblr.com/post/175555095308/describing-alignment

Good Luck, Peace & Love,Eve