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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 4 months

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The Hobie fandom has a lot of smut, and with a character so accepting on so many fronts, it means so much to me to see trans!readers being taken into consideration.

As a trans guy myself, I love seeking out ftm!smut. But often times, I often can't read them. Many times I'm left feeling unseen, reduced, or even feminized.

And I wanna talk about that a bit, if it's okay.

My take and feelings on FTM!smut - As a Trans Guy

Ngl as a trans guy myself I do feel a bit alienated by a lot of FTM!reader.

I'm gonna be honest - I feel like most ftm smut is written exactly as it would be a cis woman, just with the pronouns changed. Which is understandable, but not really how it works.

Cis women and trans men don't have sex the exact same, just because they're AFAB.

And I feel most smut writers haven't gone out of their way to research the sexual experiences of trans men and how we navigate the world.

Hobie smut is pretty vulgar, and I won't complaining! As a character, he has a high volume of smut, and probably the most diverse range, with Black!reader, ftm!readers, and male!readers being more common than most fandoms.

Black!Reader focuses on the unique experience of black people when in a relationship together. This unique experience is at the basis of black!reader.

But when we approach Ftm!reader - very often, our unique experience isn't reflected.

It's just assumed that because we are AFAB - there's no need to look deeper at the closer unique sexual experience trans men have - or to read up about it.

Most ftm!reader fic does not attempt to use affirming sexual language for trans men at all.

T-dicks - ie, natural clitoris enlargement you get after taking T - is a thing a lot of transitioning Trans men have.

But they're never called T-dicks in fanfiction. Only clits. It's very rare that a ftm!reader is described as having a dick - because so often the only dicks cis people recognize are natal dicks, and surgery-constructed ones.

Many cis writers may never even considered referring to a trans man's clitoris as a dick - pre or post T. They may see it as confusing to the reader, when it's not.

T-Dicks are dicks. Bottom growth didn't give you a full 3-4 inches, but you absolutely have growth and there are trans men that can penetrate with T-dicks - without surgery - if with the right partner.

The words pussy and cunt are used liberally in nearly all ftm!smut, and while many trans men are okay with these terms, I think a lot of cis writers ignore or do not know that often, terms like those can cause heavy dysphoria in a lot of ftm readers.

I don't think cis writers ever question if they might be making readers dysphoric - or showing them in a non-affirming way.

I feel like some writers believe that changing pronouns and calling the reader 'handsome' is really all it takes. Just write usual fem smut, change the pronouns - and done!

In reality, a large part of the ftm community feels uncomfortable with the word 'pussy' - and would much rather stuff like 'front hole'.

A poll on 'What do you call your downstairs?'

And I'm not saying that you can't call a trans man's genitals a pussy. And I'm not saying that a trans man calling his genitals a pussy is wrong.

I just feel like cis writers do not consider the dysphoria of their trans readers, when writing trans smut.

I feel like most cis writers don't actually seek out accounts of trans men and their sexuality.

I don't think they ever consider that these terms, talking about wetness and penetration (which many men on T can have problems with because of vaginal atrophy and dryness), breast, clits, cunts, pussy -

I don't think cis writers ever question 'Is this accessible for ftm readers that might have dysphoria? How can I make this accessible or easier for trans men who have bottom dysphoria?'

'How can I make this more affirming of them as men?'

It's the assumption that, because we're all AFAB, because we have vaginas like cis women - then naturally we must all fuck the same regardless of gender, the only thing changing being the pronouns.

That's not true.

And also - Trans Men are never really written like gay men.

Trans men having sex with men is gay sex.

And even though most writers write trans men with male OCs - they hardly ever write their sex as if they are gay men.

99.9% of the time, it isn't written that way. Its always written as if it's 'straight sex'.

The experience of how gay men have sex is never really taken account into these fics, which makes me feel like a lot of writers don't see it as gay sex at all.

At most, the ftm reader may be described as a bottom - but never as an otter or twink or bear or cub or leather or anything.

They see it as AFAB sex.

Cause If I'm getting strictly candid - I feel like if a writer wrote mtf!smut and kept focusing on the girls 'hard throbbing cock and balls' - we'd all be like 'oh wow that's very intense centering on genitals that may alienate some trans women-'

But in ftm!smut focusing on 'wet tight juicy pussy and thriving clit' is standard. It's never really questioned.

And this is not to say 'oh trans women have it better they get better smut-' No. They really don't. I'm just bringing this up to highlight the fact that we should be making sure that trans!smut is accessible and affirming to the trans people they're about.

Seeing a fic in which a gay trans man prefers to use his asshole, like most gay men fuck, is VERY VERY rare.

I feel like most cis writers never consider the fact that gay trans men may want to perform sex in an affirming, clearly coded, masculine gay way.

It's always assumed we use our front hole, are okay with it being called a pussy, have no problems getting wet, or that we don't have dicks (T-dick is a dick).

And because of that - the lack of affirming language and the lack of affirming transmasc experiences makes it very hard for me as a FTM person to read smut about ftm!readers.

I feel like most of them don't actually take our comfort - or our experiences in mind.

I feel like most don't attempt to actually read accounts of trans guys having gay sex, and what that's often like.

If you're a writer who feels guilty of any of this - you're not a bad person or a bad writer. And I genuinely thank you for including us in your work - from the bottom of my heart.

But I want to highlight this -

Trans men having sex is not a 1:1 of cis women having sex. The same way trans women having sex is not a 1:1 of cis men having sex.

Or experiences are unique - and our dysphoria does affect our sex lives, and how we navigate them.

Please, do not let this put you off writing trans men. But please keep in mind that our experience is unique.

So often I read ftm!reader and feel reduced down to my pussy. Without breasts in the equation, so much ftm!smut focuses solely on the pussy.

If you write ftm!reader please please do not let this put you off, but here's some tips I can give as a trans guy

Please do slight research of ftm anatomy, read an article about gay trans men, or go on r/ftm (subreddit) and read some posts about trans men, read some nsfw posts where trans men tell hookup tales.

Advocate has an great article called '16 things I learned from having sex with Trans Men' - which details and dispels 16 myths about trans men in bed. It's written from the POV of gay men who have been with trans men in affirming ways.

This post is in no way meant to be an attack or subliminal at any one writer. If it was one writer, I wouldn't care.

But this is something I've experienced and seen across fandoms and across writers in this fandom too. I feel the urge to write this because searching for affirming ftm!fics - I often come away feeling even more dysphoric.

Not because of the word pussy or cunt or anything -

But because of the erasure of my experience, the idea that my gender doesn't influence my experience of sex - only my AFAB genitals do.

If you write ftm!smut, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, truly.

But I feel like I had to say this.

If you read this far, thank you! This is one of my more personal venting posts but I'm also trying to raise a point and start a discussion. And you reading through this and giving me your time and understanding is already helpful enough, so thanks!

Here's Hobie.

Bye.

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lady-ashfade · 9 months

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You should do a Trans reader (fem to male) with Poly yan Charlie and nick

Smoothing

Poly!Nick&Charlie x Trans!M!Reader.

Plot: Just something sweet and short for comfort. This is the first time that came to mind.

This sucks so I apologize.

Warnings: Transphobic people & comments, Comfort, kisses & hugs, really short.

560 Words.

It wasn’t the fist time they had seen you like this and they hated to admit but, it probably wouldn’t be the last. They had no choice but to watch you from afar in class while fiddling with your clothes and moving in the chair. They could always tell when you felt sad or uncomfortable. They had known you for a year since you transferred to their school and only welcomed you to the relationship just a few mouths ago. That didn’t stop them from knowing so much about you.

When you got to nicks house you were pulled in immediately and rushed up the stairs by the boys, nothing to explain their actions. The door was opened to his room and you were confused but also happy, “What’s this about?” A second after speaking you were pulled into a hug by Nick and he crushed you, charlie joined and rested his head on your shoulder.

It was nice to have them hold you after a horrible day but this was unexpected. “Did something happen.” You mumble between them. “We just noticed how today was for you.” They pulled away, nothing but love in their eyes making you want to melt.

Looking away like you had been caught you sighed, “I was fine.” You could tell they gave you a look but you didn’t care. Nick groaned and pulled you again over to the bed and sat down only to pull you down, making you lay down and rest your head into his lap. Charlie followed and lay down beside you.

“Guys, I’m fine.” Of course you were lying but you didn’t want to worry them or talk about it. But knowing your partners they wouldn’t take it. Charlie reached for your hand and held it in his, “I know that lie well.” He admitted and leaned on his other hand.

Nick reached his hand down and pushed the hair away from your forehead and you looked up at him. He looked soft at first then a few seconds you could see the anger rise. “Did someone say something?” His tone lowered and his face scrunched up and you almost chuckled because he looked like a angry puppy.

“No, Nick. Today I just…” you stopped and took a deep breath feeling the weight in your chest get heavier. “Hated my body.” It was like some relief left your chest but then added more.

“Oh, hunny” Charlie sat up and had a sad pout. Nick continue to play with your hair and give you a smile. “You look as handsome as always.” He leaned down and kisses your forehead. “It’s hard being in a body you don’t want but we are here to help.”

“We love you all the same.” You chuckled and smile when charlie started to kiss all around your face and looked like a chicken pecking at food. You tried to playfully push him away but Nick took your hands and held you still, you yelled at him for being a trader but he just laughed and joined in on smothering you with kisses.

#Nick Nelson #Nick Nelson x reader #charlie spring x reader #Charlie Spring #Charlie Spring x Trans!Reader #charlie spring x nick nelson #Nick Nelson x reader x Charlie Spring #heartstopper #heartstopper x reader #trans!reader

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stinkysam · 6 months

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Buggy the Clown - Give me your dick.

Warning : nsfw, top!reader, self fucking, creampie, spit as lube, slight overstimulation

Genre : smut

Synopsis : "trans!reader topping Buggy using his own dick as a prosthetic. Can end up in a creampie, since that'd be on (clown) theme :)" - anon

Reader : male (you/yours)

-cis women dni-

You were sitting next to Buggy on the bed, lazily waiting for time to pass. Or for something interesting to happen.

"I'm bored." You said, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Then fuck me." He simply replied.

"I can't. I don't have a dick and we don't have-" You froze, thinking, moving your head away from him as he stared at you. "We do have a dick. You have one."

He laughed.

"That I do." He said, almost too proudly.

"No, you have a dick I can use. Detach it." You replied, your smile growing wider. "I can fuck you with your dick !"

Your eyes were shining with excitement as you laughed nearly maniacally, jumping out of bed to get something, anything, perhaps a rope to get his dick attached to you.

"I'm not sure-"

"I'm very sure ! Don't you wanna try ?" You said, coming back with a rope and leaning toward him. "You told me to fuck you, and who am I to deny my captain's orders ?"

You grinned at him so brightly he couldn't say no. And he was curious too as to how it would feel.

"Alright, okay, undress or whatever." He said, waving you off. You never took your clothes off so fast. He did the same, much slower, before letting his dick fly to you. You carefully grabbed it, tying it to you, where it should normally be and rushed to the mirror, admiring yourself.

"Oh my goood." You smiled but it looked more like a grimace from how hard you were smiling. Almost jumping in place as Buggy laughed at your reaction.

"Come on, give it a try, will ya ?"

"I can ?" You looked at him through the mirror, eyes twinkling.

"If you plan on fucking me, yeah, you've got no choice, sunshine."

"Oh right." You giggled, before touching his dick with the tip of your fingers. Caressing it slowly, carefully, although you didn't feel it, it still looked like it was yours, ignoring the ropes.

Buggy sighed behind you, relaxing to your touch as you focused on discovering your new limb. Slowly it grew hard under your care and your admiring eyes and you turned to Buggy, proud of your accomplishments.

"It's hard."

"I know, I felt it." He said and you grinned, approaching him on the bed.

"Get on all four." You ordered and he stared at you. "Please ?" You added and finally he moved, presenting his ass to you.

You caressed it, your thumb grazing the entrance before spitting on it and slowly pushing your index inside him. His breath grew heavier as he tried to accommodate to the new sensation, opening his legs a bit more as his head rested on the mattress.

"Go easy, okay ?" He breathed out, voice slightly shaky. You hummed and nodded, curling your finger inside him slowly, testing the water. He let out a small moan and you continued for a little while before adding a second finger.

You placed your other hand on his dick, stroking it as it twitched at your touch and with each scissoring motion your fingers Buggy moaned, moving his ass toward you, trying to get more.

"Fuck, baby- mh. Don't stop." He grunted, breathing loudly as you continued to work him open.

His dick was already leaking in your hand, jumping at your caresses, ripping the prettiest moans out of Buggy.

Finally you pulled your fingers out of his ass, wiping them on your hip before slowly inserting the tip of his dick inside him. His eyes widened at the sensation, feeling his tight ass swallow himself slowly.

"How does it feel ?" You asked and he ignored you, too focused on the feeling. "Feels good, huh ?" You said as you pushed more of his cock inside him and he nodded.

"Aahh…" He moaned quietly.

"I didn't hear you."

"It… it feels good." He grumbled, embarrassed, moving himself toward you. You got the message and continued to push yourself toward him, his whole dick was in his ass now and you waited for a signal.

"You can move…" He weakly said and you slowly began to thrust into him, bucking your hips against his ass, his moans growing louder. Like music to your ears.

The feelings of his dick stretching his ass felt too much, sending waves of pleasure through him as you fastened your pace.

Fucking his dick into him, you watched his cheeks bounce with each slap of your hips against him, his ass engulfing his cock with each thrusts.

He cut himself in two, his torso facing you now. You could see how red his face was, eyes half lidded and lips parted.

"I'm gonna cum… " He warned as you continued to pound into him, your hands holding him by his hips, slapping him against you.

With a few more thrusts Buggy came in his ass, but you didn't stop there, continuing relentlessly.

You continued fucking into him, ignoring his plea for you to stop. As long as he didn't say the safe word…

"Ah- ah- ah- please- [Name]-" He whined, his detached hands on your shoulders, both trying to pull you away and to keep you there, well nestled inside him.

"Please-"

You caressed his cheeks, loving the way they bounced against you, and stared into his eyes as you kept going, burying his cock inside him as deep as you could.

"Please… [Name]..." He was sobbing now, his legs shaking under you and you slowed down before pulling out, watching his cum slide out of his hole.

You pushed it back in with your fingers, watching the way it clenched around them, drawing one last whine out of him.

"So ?"

Buggy said nothing for a moment, catching his breath and falling to the side, limp, reattaching his torso to his bottom.

"Fucking hell…"

You giggled and detached his dick from your body, letting it fly back to him.

"I'm taking this won't be a one time thing."

"Definitely."

#male reader #m!reader #ftm!reader #trans!reader #one piece #one piece x male reader #one piece imagine #one piece live action #opla #opla imagine #opla x male reader #opla buggy #buggy the clown #buggy the clown x male reader #buggy the clown imagine

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gonzo-rella · 22 days

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Headcanons: Being Wallace Wells' Trans Boyfriend

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

Relationship(s): Wallace Wells x transmasc!reader (romantic)

Warnings/info: Trans typical stuff, like dysphoria, transphobia etc. etc., sexual remarks, he/him pronouns for reader, headcanons were written in one sitting, when I was feeling not great. (Let me know if I need to add any)

(A/N: I've been reading a lot of Succession fics over the last few days. Last night I read a Roman Roy fic and for some reason it gave me this overpowering wave of dysphoria that I still have yet to fully recover from. Annoyingly, I have yet to actually watch Succession so this could have been avoided; I just think Kieran Culkin's hot and very gender so I couldn't resist pretending that someone with his face was my boyfriend. Reading about Roman made me think 'oh shit. Maybe I'm a flawed and pathetic little guy on the inside. But I just look like a woman who likes to kiss women and everyone treats me like a girl and uses my girl name and girl pronouns and that feels super gross and makes me want to live in a hole. Now I'm going to feel bad about that for the next few days.' So, yeah, I'm having another transmasc crisis that I'm using fanfiction to get me through. I figured Kieran Culkin started this, so I might as well write something featuring a character of his that I can actually write for. This is a self-indulgent and self-explorative treat for myself, but I hope that transmasc readers can enjoy this, too. If you'd like more Wallace stuff, trans stuff or Wallace AND trans stuff, feel free to send in a request. I really want to provide more fics for transmasc readers because you guys are super underrepresented (and, y'know, Papa Gonzo-rella wants to explore his gender a little more). Also, I swear that I will get around to watching Succession, and I more than likely will end up writing for it when I do.)

Respectfully, Wallace does not give a shit that you’re trans.

Of course, he doesn’t flat-out ignore it, because it’s part of who you are, but it isn’t an obstacle in your relationship by any means, and it doesn’t bother him in the slightest.

If you’re feeling dysphoric and/or otherwise insecure about yourself, he’ll pinch your cheeks and tell you how handsome and sexy you are.

If you’re feeling especially bad, like ‘not getting out of bed and hiding from the world’ bad, he’ll keep you company and say what he can to reassure you.

Being mushy and sincere truly isn’t his thing, so whatever he says will sound either slightly insensitive (but still pretty sensitive as far as Wallace goes), facetious or like he wants you to get over how you’re feeling so he can fuck you.

But, he genuinely doesn’t want you to feel bad and you can tell he cares, because otherwise he wouldn’t be there for you when you're feeling your worst.

Wallace is very affirming, but in his own Wallace way.

He lovingly refers to you as his lameass boyfriend.

If Scott ever compliments you about anything, Wallace will call him gay.

He will shout ‘gay’, like the Senor Chang meme.

"Hey, man, I like your shirt-"

"Ha, Scott's gay!"

"I-I'm not gay! I just like his shirt."

"What's wrong with being gay, Scott?"

"Nothing! There's nothing wrong with being gay!"

"You really need to work on your internalised homophobia, Scott. To think, my gay lover and I share a bed with a bigot."

If you’re doing anything that he knows will make you dysphoric or exacerbate your dysphoria (for example, scrolling through social media and looking at cis dudes that give you gender envy) he’ll shut it down.

Using the aforementioned example, he’ll snatch your phone off you and close the app, saying: “Nope. Make better decisions.”

And, while you’d initially be annoyed at him for grabbing your phone, you will appreciate it in the long run.

If you have testosterone shots but you’re not a fan of doing them yourself, he’ll begrudgingly help you with them.

He will make a very Wallace comment, though

“Stabbing? I didn’t know you were that kinky.”

If anyone’s a dick to you about being trans, Wallace is always ready to go with a snide remark about the other person, because of all the things you could possibly mock his lameass boyfriend for, being trans is at the bottom of that list.

(He should know, as the person who makes fun of you the most.)

Also, he cares about you very, very much and he doesn't want people being transphobic to his boyfriend.

If you’re cool with it, he will make trans jokes, but nothing ‘attack helicopter’ or ‘attack helicopter’ adjacent, because he’s too clever for that and he can come up with better material that isn’t just derivative, transphobic garbage.

If you get your period and it makes you at all dysphoric, be prepared for this exchange:

“Don’t worry. Scott pissed blood last month and cried about it and he’s still a man.”

“Did-did he go to the doctor?”

“I don’t know. He seems fine now, though.”

If you still have boobs and don’t mind them being touched or otherwise acknowledged, he will use them like a pillow.

If you decide to get top surgery, he will make the following request:

“Well, if you’re not using them, can I have them? I need a pillow that Scott won’t steal. And, he wouldn’t steal your tits, because he knows I’d call him gay for it.”

“Why are you like this, Wallace?”

“Selfish.”

Being trans doesn’t make your relationship much different from any of Wallace’s other relationships.

You’re just, for better or worse, another one of Wallace’s boyfriends.

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smutburn · 2 months

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'my boy'

Pairing: Oliver Quick x Transmasc!Reader

Summary: Invited to Oliver's birthday party by one of your close friends, you find yourself alone in the so-called 'green room'.

Warning(s): Transphobia, dysphoria, t slur drop, but like this is all just for plot then it goes away and ur reaffirmed lol

Smut! Warning(s): Smut [p in v], praise AND degrading kink, bit perv!Oliver, dom!Oliver, uhhh fuck idk man sex?!? scary!!

A/N: first smut FANFIC guys kinda nervous

Your childhood friend, Annabel, had invited you to the birthday party of one of her classmates. You were always a huge fan of parties, but would never dare to go alone, you and her would be inseparable at every single goddamn party.

That is, until, you began to transition.

Annabel would never be transphobic towards your face, but behind your back? She'd say the most gnarly backhanded shit possible. You didn't know this of course, you had started transitioning after she left for college. She was a year above you.

Once the news had gotten to her, she couldn't help herself from secretly deadnaming you and misgendering you, often times introducing you as her "tranny friend" behind your back, whenever you had finally gotten into Oxford.

At this point of your transition, your body had grown to be more masculine, your veins became more prominent, your voice dropped octaves, and you had even grown yourself some lovely stubble. You believed to be semi incognito, when it came to transitioning.

Accepting her invite, she had ordered a driver to pick you two up and escort you to Saltburn. Neither of you had been there before, but according to Annabel? It was the party house.

You both arrive to the front stairs of the estate. Music blaring from inside the place, despite its large size, somehow reeking of booze and weed. You two walked into the party, with flashing lights and the place packed to the brim, you could only imagine how many people were in one room alone.

Annabel took your hand, and quickly found your ways towards to bar. This was her secret talent, always identifying wherever the fuck substances could be found. She grabbed a bottle of Malibu Pineapple for herself, and Malibu Watermelon for you. You two had always bonded over Malibu in high school. She knew you so well, didn't she?

As she walked away, you felt no choice but to follow her. You didn't know anybody at this party, so who would you have gone to anyway? You trail behind her, closely, as to not lose her, taking swigs of your Malibu as you go. Stopping abruptly when she meets her friends. One of them notices you behind Annabel, and yells to you.

You feel like your world stops as you hear your deadname drip from the lips of this girl you've never met. The music is too loud to make out the rest of her sentence, but no music can drown out the syllables of your deadname. Your heart drops to your stomach, Annabel's head whips around, looking to her friend, then looking to you.

You smile weakly and shout an excuse along the lines of, "I have to use the restroom", before quickly walking away. You feel your heartbeat inside of your ears as you exit the main party room. You continue going through this labyrinth of rooms before stopping in a green room and plopping on the couch.

You could still hear the music, but luckily, you felt more of the vibrations than the music. You bring your knees to your chest and bury your head in between them. Stifling your sobs, you try to breathe as you recollect what just happened. Questions were swirling through your head at 180mph that your brain felt like it was larger than your skull.

"Hello?" A low voice says, causing you to look up as the room becomes so silent you could swear you heard your blood stop pumping.

Your eyes meet with a boy who's kneeled in front of you and the couch. Your instant reaction is to put your feet on the floor and sit up. This changes your eye level, which then causes the boy to look up at you.

"Hi." You mutter. You clear your throat before looking back down at him. The only shred of light on his face being the moonlight from the window.

"Are you alright?" He replies after a beat. You can't bring yourself to lie to this man, so you simply try to smile and nod. He places his hands on your knees and continues, "Are you sure? You can tell me y'know. Wouldn't want anybody that isn't me to be having a bloody bad time at my party."

"Are you Oliver?" You manage to say without thinking. "Yes, I am, so you've heard of me?" He chuckles to himself, as if he's the funniest guy alive.

"Yes..? Kind of.. I mean, this is your party, it'd be a lil embarrassing if I'd show up to your party not knowing at the very least, your name."

"I suppose so, dear." He looks up at you as he slides his hands further up towards your thighs. Your face flushes as your body instinctively twitches at the sudden change of touch.

Oliver looks down to your thighs, and back up to you. "Some nice jeans you've got here. Not quite on theme. Expensive?"

"No, I.. I'm not like rich.. Or anything..." You break the eye contact, looking to your side. "I know you probably think that's like.. Lame.. I mean you're having this cool party in this mansion and I'm just, here."

"Oh no, no darling. This isn't even my home. I'm not quite rich either."

A beat.

"Oh."

"Oh what?" He stands up in front of you, holding your chin up to look at him.

"I just.. I didn't- know..." You stutter out, feeling flustered from his bold advances.

He leans in closer to you, bending over to almost, barely, touch your lips to his. In less than a second, he's able to scoop you up, turn himself around, placing you on his lap as he takes your seat on the couch.

"You're quite handsome, you know that?" He states, trailing kisses down the side of your neck. Biting and nipping gently, sliding your white tank top down your shoulders as he gets to your collarbone area.

You're unsure how to react to this, but there is one thing you are sure of. You are enjoying this.

You open your mouth to speak but he quickly hushes you.

"Ah ah ah, let me adore you." He places an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. A hand begins traveling south, first visiting your thighs before reaching towards the zipper of your jeans.

"Oh- Uh- Ollie.. Stop.." You quickly spit out. He immediately moves his hand away from your zipper and rests it on your shoulder.

He kisses your neck and whispers into your ear. "What's wrong darling?"

"Nothing I just... I'm not.." You can't find the words to tell him who you are. A tranny, Annabel would probably say.

A man is showing interest in you for the first time since you've transitioned to male. He knows you as a man, and only a man. He doesn't know the 'girl' you used to be. Revealing this could ruin it all. You've never gotten the surgery, you never planned to, which you knew was okay. But would this boy still continue to pursue this experience with you if you had told him?

"If you're not ready, I understand dear. We don't have to." He turns your cheek towards him and gives it a peck. "I just thought you're quite cute." He taps on your left thigh.

"I- No I.. I want this I just.. I'm..." You let out a sigh before muttering your reason. "I'm not.. a real guy"

"What? Of course you are dear, how could you not be?" He plants a kiss along your shoulder line.

"No it's.. Oliver I'm.. Trans I..." He shushes you again.

"Do you really think that's something I'm concerned about?" He nibbles at your ear.

You hear your heartbeat in your ears. You've got no idea how to react to this.. Besides reaching for his hand and placing it back towards the zipper of your Goodwill jeans.

Undoing your zipper, he reaches down tugging at the elastic of your boxers. "Is this okay?" You nod in response, but he doesn't move.

"Yes." You confirm verbally, causing him to slide his hand down into your boxers, placing his fingers onto your wetness. You gasp out of shock.

He begins using the pad of his fingers to rub up and down your wet folds.

"What a good boy.. So wet f'me already, hm? I've barely touched you, slut." He whispers as he slips his middle finger into your entrance. Causing you to mewl in pleasure, adjusting your hips as he hooks his finger inside of you. "Aaah.. O-oliv..er..."

He plunges his ring finger inside of you without a warning, slowly sliding his digits in and out of you. He adds his thumb, rubbing soft circles on your clit. You grab for a pillow. You release a loud moan as he plunges his fingers inside of you, hooking against your walls, sending your hand straight to your mouth to muffle the sound. Oliver moves your hand away and holds it down.

"Bad bad boy. You need to let people know how much of a dirty fucking slut you are f'me. So let whoever passes by hear your beautiful moans. You're mine right now, alright?" He whispers against your skin, almost threateningly.

"Ha..aaa.. y-yes.. fuck-" You agree. You begin grinding yourself against his fingers, essentially riding his hand to increase the pleasure you're feeling. You can feel as Oliver grows beneath you.

"F-fuck.. Oh.. Who's a good boy? Hmm? Who's my good slut?" He mutters into your ear, your grinding against his fingers is also rubbing his hard-on he has. You whimper in response as he continues to fuck you with his fingers even harder.

"Speak up, I don't understand whimpers and grunts."

"Fuck- I... I am.."

"Good boy."

As you feel that familiar knot form in your stomach, you clench around his two fingers, riding the feeling even harder, causing him to pull out. You mewl in response, your body instinctively chasing for his fingers again. "O-oliver.."

He pats your thigh twice, signaling for you to stand up. You stand in front of him.

"Take them off." He leans forward and tugs at your waistband of the jeans. You push them down off your legs as quickly as you can, then following with your boxers, discarding them somewhere to the side.

You watch as he pulls down his white suit pants, which you've now noticed has golden embroidery, and boxers, his hard cock springing out against his stomach. Leaking with pre cum, he uses his hand to gesture you closer.

"Sit down baby."

You follow his orders. Climbing onto the couch with your knees, you line your wetness with his tip, before slowly plunging down. You hiss in pain as he guides your hips down.

"I know, I know, but I promise it'll feel good." He continues to lower you down before your cunt swallows his length.

"F-fuck... Yeah.. That's my boy." He allows you a moment to adjust to his size. "Go when you're ready."

After a few moments of you digging your nails into his shoulders and burying your head in the crook of his neck, you begin to push yourself back and forth. He holds you by your hips, guiding you and he throws his head back.

"Ahhh... Yeah.. Fuck... God, you're such a slut f'me. Just fucking yourself on me, hm?" He teases. He places his other hand on the back of your neck, almost to your head, and pulls you in for a kiss. It's intimate, passionate, hot, and every other possible word you could think of to describe a good kiss. The way he glides his tongue against your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter your mouth before you part your lips. He plunges his tongue in, exploring your mouth and the tastes of you. He can taste the rum you had earlier.

Placing both hands on either hip, he rocks you on top of him even faster, causing him to groan out of pleasure. Which then, in response, causes you to mewl as his hard cock twitches inside you.

Like earlier, he picks you up swiftly, without breaking connection, he lays you on the couch, propping your ankles up above his head, as he continues fucking you. The new position allowing for more pleasure for the both of you, a new stimulus hitting your g-spot, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to release.

He picks up the pace, both of you moaning harmonically, to where it sounds almost scripted. Using a hand to hold your head up, he forces you to watch as he slams his dick in and out of you. Throwing his head back, he becomes a moaning mess, his cock throbbing and twitching inside of you, he feels his own release on it's way.

"Fuck... You wanna be a good slut for me? Hm?" He looks down at you predatorily, you nod and try to get out a yes, but it's interrupted by another slam inside of you, which you then moan out in response.

"I want you to come on my cock. Can you do that? Can my boy do that for me?"

"Y-yes O..Oliver..."

"Good."

He continues to slam himself in and out of you, the sound of his skin hitting your skin, your moans filling the room, you arch your back as you feel yourself finally release for him. Your legs twitching and your back arched, he fucks you slower, allowing you to ride out your high, before he pulls out, and comes onto your stomach.

"Fuck..."

Your breathing is heavy, you've only just noticed that.

He slides his finger up your stomach through his cum, and plunges the white substance into your mouth.

"Good boy. Cleaning up my mess f'me. Slut."

You nod as he continues feeding you the white ropes he let out onto your stomach. He stands up to leave for a second, before returning with a warm rag, rubbing your stomach, core, and thighs down.

"You did so good for me." He praises you as he continues cleaning you up. Using a dry towel to dry the sweat thats collected in areas of your body. He plants a kiss on your forehead before helping you into your boxers. He picks you up and leads you to a bedroom, tucking you into the bed, he climbs in next to you.

He cuddles up to you, and plays with your hair until you've fallen asleep. Planting gentle kisses onto you and whispering sweet nothings.

"Goodnight y/n," is the last thing you hear before you've fallen victim to a deep sleep. The only thought you had last was how he could've known your name? You don't recall sharing it.

#barry keoghan x reader #oliver quick x reader #oliver quick #saltburn #barry keoghan #im so sorry Barry Keoghan #trans!reader #oliver quick x you #oliver quick smut #saltburn smut #saltburn fanfiction #first fanfic guys #meow #saltburn 2023

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moonlit-imagines · 1 year

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warnings:

a/n:

requested by 🧶 anon

Ian shut the door to his room behind him as you hopped on his bed, staring at him as he nervously fidgeted with the buttons on his sleeves. “What, Ian? You’re starting to freak me the fuck out.” You placed your hands beside each of your thighs, clutching the edge of his mattress.

“Alright, alright,” Ian took a deep breath in and leaned against his dresser, starting to mess with his belt loops, “I’m trusting you with this information, y/n. It cannot leave this room.” You stared at him, he stared back, and you gently nodded. Your brother cleared his throat and a quiet admittance left his mouth. “I’m gay.” You paused a moment and stood up, giving him a hug he desperately needed.

“It’s good to know I’m not the only one in this house.” You whispered in his ear as he hugged you back just as tight. It took a moment to process what you’d just told him, and by the time you’d let go, he’d grabbed you once more, feeling more accepted than ever. “It’s our secret.” You chuckled.

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alligatorstomachacid · 11 months

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V-A-M-P. VAMP!

A/N: okay so this is based off the vamp audio Miguel has been edited with yknow? Anyway this contains Transmale!reader and Vampire!Miguel. Slight praise, face sitting, consumption of period blood (ik il it's icky but hear me out!!), and biting. Top!reader, bottom!Miguel, Dom!Miguel, sub!reader. Use of he/him pronouns no use of Y/N. Female alined readers or people who use she/her DNI YOULL BE BLOCKED. She/they is on VERY thin ice. !!!Minors DNI!! Not proof read. Enjoy!

"Miguel, Hun I can't I'm on my period.". You say with my hands cupping Miguel's face, gently rubbing my thumb across his sharp jaw.

"You think I care?" Miguel asks tilting his head and raising an eyebrow.

"But it's..."

"It's what?" Miguel questions.

"It's gross..."

Miguel leans in "Do you know what I am. V-A-M-P. Vamp." He says.

"Alright, go ahead." You nod to him. Miguel grins and lays down on the bed. You slip your boxers off and climb to his chest. He grabs your hips and guides you to hover over his face. He gives you a grin that shows his big sharp canines that can easily rip through skin. He gently bites down on your thigh. Beads of blood start to leak from the small wound. Miguel drags his tongue over the bite to soothe the burning sensation. He then has you sit down on his face. He eagerly licks up the blood in between your folds. He lets out animalistic groans and tightly grips onto your thighs. His grip is so tight it'll definitely leave bruises where his fingers grip onto you.

"aah.". You moan. You can feel his tongue run over the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden between your pussys lips.

"so good~ such a good boy." Miguel groans out, but it's hard to make out because it's muffled. You grind down onto his mouth.

"I'm getting close" You choke out. You grip his hair tightly and slightly pull. A groan rips through Miguel when you pull at his hair. With one final lick you come undone on his face. You let out a huff, your sight is blurry, your skin is tingling and drenched in sweat. You sit back on Miguel's chest. When your sight unblurs you look at him in the eyes. His face is covered in your blood and cum. He licks his lips and grind.

"I think I'm up for seconds, won't you let me indulge~?"

A/N: okay so I'm seeing the newest spiderman on Saturday so I'll probably start to take requests for him then but feel free to send asks for him now, but none will be written until after Saturday afternoon. I'm still taking COD requests as well

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ang3lik · 10 months

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nsfw warning under the cut.

warnings. body worship

thinking about absolutely worshipping tom’s cock…

he’s sat in his office chair, you kneeled on a pillow under his desk, sat comfortably between his knees. you’ve pulled his cock out of his sweats, his length half hard as you thumbed at his tip, a string of precum connecting as you pulled away.

you start to gently press kisses on the underside of his cock. little pecks before darting out your tongue to lick and blow. his cock jumping at the feeling of the warm then cold contact. he lets out small groans as he feels your tongue trace the veins protruding.

you lean up slightly taking him completely down your throat, your nose grazing his pubes as you hold yourself down. his hips start to jump as your eyes water, pulling away as your gulp in air.

your wet lips kiss his tip as your let the spit that gathered, dribble down, your hand stroking him slowly, using your spit as lube. you lean back down, your tongue following as you lick around the base.

flattening your tongue, you start to lick at his sack, his balls resting on your tongue as they pulsate. cum starts to drip from his tip slowly catching on your cheeks and around your mouth, your hand milking him before taking him down your throat again.

you hold yourself down again, this time hearing his overstimulated whimpers. maybe you told him he couldn’t touch you, to keep his hands on top of his desk. you lift off again, going further down.

kissing and licking at his taint and pulling away to spit and dribble all over him. you repeat your actions for over an hour. his cum spent all over himself, his stomach and hips, and all over your lips, cheeks, hands and chest, mixed in with your spit.

his eyes closed in ecstasy as his thighs shook slightly. he pulls you up from underneath his desk, giving you a small kiss, tasting himself before taking some tissues from his desk and cleaning himself up.

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eyesxxyou · 5 months

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The voices

FTM! Hobie and FTM! Reader scissoring

Sor- *unshots*

T4T CONTENT YASS

It's so messy too, your let under Hobie's while your other is on top. You're under him while he ruts his hips into yours, your cunts sloppily rubbing against each other, making a mess of your thighs as your wetness mingles. Your clits bump and grind.

Hobie calls you such a good boy between desperate pants and you whine with euphoria, warm bliss spreading throughout your body like fire. His hand caress your body, his stroking a little harder.

That is until you flip him over and now you're on top, his back meets the bed and you worship his body, his tip surgery scars, his waist, his hips. You have one of his thighs over your shoulder. The creamy sound of your pussy rubbing against his mingled with your moans.

It's so filthy and and I love it.

#across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderman atsv #hobie brown #spiderman #spider punk #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x transmasc!reader #trans!reader #transmasc!hobie

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supernaturalscribe67 · 8 months

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Against the Grain

Words: 3,059

POV: 3rd Person

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Trans!FTM!Winchester!Reader [Platonic]

Warning(s): Fluff, Language (?), a brief mention of blood

Summary: Ever since the reader has come out to his brothers has transgender, they have been nothing but supportive. The only thing that Dean hasn't been supportive of is the reader's inconsistent facial hair growth. So, Dean comes up with a way to help him by teaching him how to shave.

A/N: I've officially hit over 30,000 words on my blog and I honestly have no idea how to feel about it...Feedback is greatly appreciated! Much love!

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Are suits always so itchy?

Granted, he didn’t know if he would feel the same if they had gotten his outfit from a retailer that specialized in men’s formalwear instead of the old Goodwill a couple of towns over, but they needed something quick and easy. It didn’t help that he wasn’t able to wash it between cases either, but he was thankful nonetheless. Sam and Dean had promised that they would take him to get fitted for a professional suit on their way back to the bunker.

James Garrison would kindly pay, of course.

When (Y/N) came out to his brothers as transgender, he didn’t know what kind of reaction he was expecting from them. All of the negativity that was brought upon them from early childhood had clouded his judgment on how they would respond to such dramatic news. He had kept it a secret from them for about three years as a result of the anxiety, already having trouble coming to terms with his new self-discovery. Alas, two years ago, when he had gathered up all of his courage and sat his brothers down to explain in grave detail what was going on inside of his head, they were nothing but supportive.

It was an adjustment at first, with Dean having the hardest time with getting pronouns correct and slipping up on the name change, but (Y/N) could tell that he was doing his best, and that was all that mattered. He got better after a couple of months and had abandoned (Y/N)’s deadname and old pronouns completely in favor of his newly updated ones. (Y/N) could tell that Dean was proud of himself, and he was proud of him too. Sam, being the nerd that he is, wanted to learn more about transgenderism. He would ask his brother questions and scour the endless medical journals available online if (Y/N) couldn’t answer the ones that he had. He even went as far as to help (Y/N) find the perfect binder and get him set up with an appointment to start testosterone. Thanks to Sam, (Y/N) had been on testosterone for almost a year-and-a-half.

With the use of testosterone came changes, changes that he wasn’t necessarily expecting. He was constantly starving, constantly horny, and hair was growing everywhere on his body. Everywhere. Even though he didn’t mind the hair growth in some places, one place that the hair seemed to be lacking in growth was on his face, the place where he had wanted it to grow the most. He had a couple of scraggly pieces here and there, most of the hair growth being on his sideburns and underneath his chin, none of the patches consistent in length. Still, every time he looked in the mirror, he couldn’t help but smile. He had finally started to feel like his true self. Like he was starting to morph into the person he was destined to be.

And he couldn’t be happier.

(Y/N) emerged from the poorly lit motel bathroom, combing the sides of his hair with his fingertips. Sam and Dean stood in the center of the room, clad in their mock FBI uniforms. When they heard (Y/N) exit the bathroom, they turned their attention to him. It was the first time that he felt confident enough to dress as an agent on a case, and he was a little uncertain about his appearance. He wanted to make sure he looked professional enough to pass. It was a big change compared to when he only had to wear a blouse and pencil skirt. He didn’t miss those days.

With his arms held out in a grandiose gesture, he gave a small smile. “What do you think? Do I look okay?” He asked with a tone that indicated his uncertainty.

Sam and Dean eyed him, their gaze scanning from the top of his head to his shoes. Sam nodded.

“Yeah, you look great,” he commented, a smirk curled up in the corner of his lips.

Dean, on the other hand, furrowed his brows. “You look like a douchebag.”

Sam slapped Dean’s shoulder. “Dude,” he hissed.

“What?” He held his hands up.

(Y/N) frowned and looked down at himself. “Why do I look like a douchebag?” He asked, his shoulders slouched to show his disappointment.

“You don’t look like a douchebag,” Sam shook his head rapidly.

“Yes, he does! It’s because of that little neck beard you have going on.” Dean gestured to his face.

(Y/N) slowly ran his fingers through the hair under his chin, neck, and sides of his face. “What’s wrong with my facial hair?” His voice was quiet.

“(Y/N), don’t listen to him, there is nothing wrong-” Sam began.

“Sam,” Dean interrupted before looking back at (Y/N). “Look, FBI agents need to be clean to make it more believable. You look like a kid who just got out of a nightlong session playing that…that…War of Worlds or whatever.”

“World of Warcraft?” (Y/N) arched a brow.

“Yeah, that. You gotta shave it.”

“I don’t know how,”

Dean opened his mouth to speak, but Sam was quick to interrupt. He was sending Dean the deadliest of glares. “Dean, we don’t have time for him to do that. He looks great. He doesn’t need to change anything. Let’s just go, and, if it makes you feel any better, we can say he’s a rookie.”

Dean sighed. “Fine.” He mumbled before he turned back to (Y/N). “But when we get back, I’ll show you have to shave properly.”

“Okay,” (Y/N) nodded.

Dean and Sam then turned and made their way out of the motel. (Y/N) stopped for a moment and returned a hand to his face. He felt the patches of long hair caress his fingertips while the patches of stubble made his hand itch. He scowled.

“I’m not a rookie,” he mumbled to himself before he followed after his brothers.

“Alright,” Dean grumbled as he pushed the stopper into the sink. He proceeded to fill the basin up with warm water. “Now, one thing that you need to know is that you never, under any circumstances, share razors. Lucky for you, I packed a spare one.” He smiled as he pulled a new razor out of his pocket, handing it off to (Y/N).

(Y/N) glanced down at the razor. It was one of the cheap ones. One that you would find in a pack of ten or fifteen in a Walmart. The plastic was still hooked onto the side of the blade. (Y/N) took off the plastic bit and tossed it into the small trashcan in the corner of the room.

“What happens if you share razors?” (Y/N) asked.

“You can get an infection. You don’t know how clean someone else’s face is, and if you nick yourself, then you’ll be in a lot of pain. Trust me, Sammy and I learned a lot about that when we were younger.” He chuckled. “Okay, the first thing you want to do is get your face wet.”

Dean set his razor to the side and dipped his hands into the warm water. He leaned his head downward, brought his cupped hand up to his face, and wet his jaw. When he pulled his hand away, droplets fell into the sink below. He then looked at (Y/N), who raised his brows before he followed suit. He dipped his hands into the water, lowered his head, and brought some water to his face. His facial hair clung to his jawline as water dripped from his chin.

“Right, what I like to do now,” Dean reached down and picked up his razor. He looked in the mirror and tilted his head to the side so that he could fully see the right side of his face. “Is…make a mark on both of my sideburns where the hair meets the face.”

Dean reached the razor up and cut a small portion of his stubble near the hairline. It was only about an inch or two worth of hair. When he was done with the right side, he turned his head and did the same for the left side. He rinsed the razor in the water.

“You got it?” He raised a brow.

(Y/N) looked at himself in the mirror, turning his head from side to side. He furrowed his brows and hesitantly reached his razor up. He stopped before the razor could touch his face. “Where do I cut?” He asked timidly.

Dean sat his razor down and turned to his brother. He looked in the mirror, into his eyes, before he looked back at the side of his head. “You’re gonna wanna cut right…” he trailed as he reached up and ran his finger along the side of his face, about a third of the way down his ear. “Here.”

(Y/N) reached his hand up and allowed the razor to levitate above the spot Dean had pointed. “Here?”

“Yeah, right there. And don’t be shy about it. You’ve got this.”

(Y/N) glanced at Dean before giving a small nod. He then turned and looked in the mirror. He brought the razor to his face and made a small mark on his sideburns, the same as Dean had done with his. Once he was done with the first mark, he looked at his brother. Dean smiled softly at him, confirming that he had done it correctly. (Y/N) then tilted his head to the other side, repeating the process. When he was done, he rinsed his razor, just like Dean had, and looked towards him expectedly.

“Good, good,” Dean nodded before he reached over to the corner of the sink. He picked up a can of shaving cream, popped the top off, and sprayed a dollop into his hands. He held out the can towards (Y/N), who held out one hand for him. Dean sprayed some of the shaving cream into his hand before he set it on the counter and placed the cap back on. “Now, you want to make sure to cover every part of your face where the hair grows. Just watch and do what I do.”

(Y/N) gave a small nod and watched as Dean began to apply the shaving cream onto his face, starting with his right cheek before moving down his jawline and to the other. (Y/N) followed his movements exactly. The shaving cream felt different against his face, it was wet and cold, yet soft at the same time. He remembered times at the end of some school years, when he was younger, when the teacher would give them shaving cream on their desks to help clean the surfaces. He remembered drawing faces in the shaving cream, pictures of cartoon ghosts and cats. They proceeded to apply the shaving cream over their cupid’s bows, onto their chins, and their necks. When Dean was done, he rinsed his hand in the water, (Y/N) followed.

“Alright, the moment of truth,” Dean smiled at him as he picked up his razor. “We’ll start with the face and then make our way down to the neck. Just follow my lead, okay? I’ll go slow.”

“Okay,” (Y/N) nodded and picked up his razor.

Both of them turned to face the mirror. (Y/N) stared at his reflection for a moment, a part of him noting how humorous he looked with the beard of shaving cream before his eyes shifted over to Dean. As Dean began to shave his face, (Y/N) copied his movements. Every time Dean rinsed his razor in the sink, (Y/N) did as well. Everywhere Dean put his razor, (Y/N) put his.

It was a strange sensation, shaving. Since it was his first time, (Y/N) didn’t know how he felt about it. From the curl of his lip when he had to shave his cupid’s bow and chin, to the feeling of the shaving cream slowly running down his neck. It was new, but not disliked. It was easy enough, easier since he was following the live tutorial next to him. He couldn’t help but let his mind wander, though. Let his mind think back to the times when he was younger and watching from some random bathroom doorframe as Dean taught Sam to shave for the first time. Dean held the same expressions on his face back then when he taught Sam as now. A sort of proud, grown expression, giving (Y/N) the first taste of realization that Dean was the one who raised them, not their father. Fathers were supposed to teach their sons how to shave their faces for the first time, not the older brothers. It was almost as if Dean adapted the fatherly role in (Y/N) and Sam’s lives. (Y/N) would never forget that.

(Y/N) hissed. “Dammit,” he mumbled as he pulled the razor away from his face.

He looked in the mirror and could see a small, red circle appear on his left cheek. It had been the last strip of facial hair left. He had been doing so well up until then.

Dean’s head turned towards him before he let out a chuckle. He placed his razor down on the sink and leaned down to snag a small piece of cheap toilet paper. He moved over to his brother and tilted his head so that he could see the nick. Gingerly, he placed the piece of toilet paper onto the red mark. It stuck instantly to (Y/N)’s face.

“There we go,” Dean smirked and turned back to the sink. “Not bad on the face. One nick is pretty good for your first time. Now, onto the neck.”

(Y/N) did the same for his neck as he had done for his face, glancing in the mirror at his reflection while, now and then, turning to study his brother’s movements. He shaved his neck without incident, and when he rinsed his razor for the last time in the basin, the water now clouded with a mixture of hair and shaving cream, he felt a sense of accomplishment. He felt proud of himself. When Dean set his razor down, so did (Y/N). They looked at their reflections and examined themselves.

“And you're done,” Dean nodded. “All we have to do is rinse our faces,” Dean reached over, turned on the warm water from the tap, and cupped his hands to rinse off the rest of the shaving cream. Once Dean was finished, (Y/N) copied. “And we’re done.” Dean smiled at (Y/N) in the mirror.

When (Y/N) looked at his freshly shaven face, he ran his fingers over the places where the hair had been. The skin was smooth, something that he was going to have to get used to again, and he looked younger, in his opinion. The corner of his lips curled downwards in a frown.

“I look like a baby,” he mumbled.

Dean chuckled and shook his head. “No, you don’t. You look like a new man. Hey, facial hair grows back fast, and it’ll grow back a little more even this time. If you wanna keep it, I can show you how to shave around it when it does, to keep you looking clean and not like some homeless guy.”

“Really?” (Y/N) raised his brows.

“Of course. As long as you promise not to grow out a lumberjack beard or anything,” Dean dramatically shivered.

(Y/N) rolled his eyes. “No promises,” he chuckled.

“Oh!” Dean exclaimed. “Almost forgot. Aftershave!”

“Aftershave?”

“Yeah,” Dean reached over to the bottle that sat next to the shaving cream can. It was a small, green bottle of Brut. He splashed some into the palm of his hand before he put some in (Y/N)’s. He placed the bottle onto the counter and capped it. “It helps with those stupid razor burns and bumps.”

(Y/N) nodded as he looked down at the liquid in his hand. The scent was strong, and he recognized it as something Dean smelled of often. He, once again, copied Dean’s movements as Dean began to massage the liquid into his face and onto his neck. When (Y/N) massaged it onto his left cheek, he felt his skin begin to burn when it ran into the small nick on his face. Dean smirked.

“Burns, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, why the hell does it burn?”

Dean shrugged. “Not too sure. You’ll get used to it. And once you stop cutting yourself while shaving, it won’t burn as bad.”

(Y/N) grimaced and continued to rub it in until all he could smell was the Brut and his entire face had been covered. Dean lowered his hands and unplugged the sink. The clouded water began to drain.

“There, now we’re officially done. What do you think?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “Not bad. I could get used to it, but I look stupid with this tissue on my face.”

“Oh, here,” Dean reached over and carefully took the wet paper off of his cut. “See? It’s like you didn’t even cut yourself.”

“Wow…” (Y/N) turned his face back and forth, examining the spots where the hair used to be.

“Now you can shave by yourself whenever you want. We just need to get you your own razors, and I can show you how to use an electric one when we get back to the bunker if you want.” Dean crossed his arms over his chest, his smile never faltering.

An identical smile made its way onto (Y/N)’s lips as he looked over at Dean. “Thanks, Dean. You’re a great big brother,” he spoke quietly.

Dean tilted his head down, narrowing his eyes. “What was that?”

“I said ‘You’re a great big brother’.” He spoke a little louder that time.

“Come again?” Dean cupped one of his hands behind his ear.

“You’re pushing it, Dean.”

“Alright, alright.” Dean laughed as he reached over and wrapped an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders. (Y/N) placed his arms around Dean’s torso and hugged him tightly. “For the record, you’re the best little brother a guy could ask for. Just don’t tell Sam.”

(Y/N) smiled even wider. “I won’t.”

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newtthetranswriter · 6 months

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A Trans Soulmate Au

Word count: 2070

Summary: being trans and not understanding it can make having a soulmate very difficult.

Paring: Takashi Mitsuya X Trans!Reader

Warnings: talk of Dysphoria, internalized transphobia, talk of transition, if i missed any please let me know.

A/n: Welcome this one has a bit of angst but it ends happily I promise. I just thought it would be cute if in a soulmate au where your soulmate's name was on your wrist what would happen if you were trans but your soulmate had your birth name on their wrist. So this came to be. This takes place when Mitsuya is twenty so that's the reader's age as well. I tried to write it so anyone can read it whether you’re ftm, mtf or nonbinary, or if you just want to see the inner workings of this trans person's brain. I also want to state this is a rough written interpretation of some of the things I felt before I knew what being Transgender was, it will not cover what everyone feels or what they would feel in this situation. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think. Anyway requests are open, and remember to Hydrate or Diedrate. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

Key: D/n means different/dead name, it can be anything but what you like being called I guess.

I’ve known who my soulmate is for the past three months but haven’t told him yet. You may be thinking, why wouldn’t you tell him if you know he’s your soulmate, is he not a great guy or something? But that couldn’t be farther from the truth, my soulmate is Takashi Mitsuya and he is the sweetest guy to ever live. The problem is me. I don’t feel comfortable with who I am and who people want me to be. I’ve always felt like I’ve been living a lie, masquerading as someone I'm not, and honestly I’m scared to tell people the truth. What’s the problem with admitting your soulmates then, is probably your next question. Well I don't want to see the constant reminder of someone that’s not me on my soulmate's wrist.

In our lovely world we live in your soulmates first name is written on your wrist from the time you are born. On my wrist in clean lettering is Takashi and I cherish it, but ever since I started noticing my feelings about myself I’ve kept it hidden so my soulmate can’t figure it out, because they shouldn’t be burdened with someone who is broken like me. When I met Mitsuya I was conflicted at first. I knew he was my soulmate because I saw D/n written on his wrist in the same font as mine, and obviously his name matched my wrist. He was so kind that I considered just telling him we are soulmates and dealing with the discomfort of seeing my given name everyday for the rest of my life, but my disdain for who people told me to be won, and I’ve kept it secret since. Or so I thought.

It was the weekend and there was nothing happening with Toman at the moment so I was hanging out with Mitsuya and Hakkai. We were just chatting, covering topics like what we want to do in the future and how no matter what Hakkai and I will be Mitsuya’s number one supporters when he starts his fashion line. It was just a chill hang out among friends.

“Seriously Mitsuya, if you need a model for a photoshoot or runway I got your back promise. I mean what are friends for?” I said brushing a strand of hair out of my face, not realizing my bracelets had slid up my arm.

“D/n’s right, we’ll help in whatever way you need us to Taka.” Hakkai chimed in. “Anyway, other than being a fashion designer, have you thought about looking for your soulmate yet?” He asked Mitsuya to keep attention on him.

When the topic of soulmates was brought up I subconsciously rested my hand on my wrist. Feeling my bracelets out of place I quickly shifted them back into position. Hoping that the one person didn’t see the mark and figure everything out. I quickly looked over to Mitsuya and from what I could tell he was still absorbed in his conversation with Hakkai. I sighed in relief before deciding it was probably time for me to go home.

Standing up, I addressed my two friends. “Well it was nice talking with you guys but I should get going, I have some homework I still need to finish.” I quickly turned not catching the slight frown on Mitsuya’s face. Waving one final goodbye, I left Hakkai’s house and headed on my way.

I had reached a park a few blocks between my house and the Shiba residence and decided to sit and clear my head. “That was way too close.” I said to myself as I sat on the swings.

“What was ‘too close’ me almost finding out that you are my soulmate and having been hiding it for who knows how long?” Said the voice of the one person I didn’t want to face right now. “Come on D/n, when were you gonna tell me? Did you just not like that the universe chose me for you to be stuck with for the rest of your life? If that was the case why did you hang around me so much?” He started asking questions.

Fighting back tears cause I knew where this conversation would go, I tried to argue. “You know that’s not true Takashi. Why would I hide it? I didn’t know, I didn’t want to assume anything.” I lied, trying to play it off as me not knowing for sure.

He rolled his eyes at that. “Don’t lie about it. You constantly wear bracelets to cover it up, obviously you’re embraced to have my name on your skin. And don’t Takashi me, if you can’t admit we’re soulmates don’t call me that.” He said with a harsh tone he normally saves for assholes he has to beat up.

“I swear I’m not embraced, it's just easier if you don’t have to deal with me as your soulmate.” I said finally taking the blame even if I knew he wouldn’t believe me.

“Are you sure? Cause it seems like you’re just making excuses. What did I ever do to make you want to hide that we’re supposed to end up together? If it’s the fact I’m in toman then i’ll leave it, pass on the title of captain of the second division to Hakkai and retire.” He started to sound almost desperate. Like the fact I hid this was hurting him. “Just tell me what I need to do, for you to accept me.” At this point there were faint tears streaming down his face.

I froze, Mitsuya never cries, he didn’t even cry when Mana started school. It hurt to see him stand here and offer to leave his friends for me. He loved toman, maybe even more than he loved fashion design and sewing. I couldn’t just sit here and watch him beat himself up over something that was really all my fault, so I broke down completely.

“It’s not you Takashi. I love everything about you and I would never ask you to quit Toman, that’s like asking Takemichi to stop crying or asking Mikey to stop riding his bike. The problem was never with you, I hid the fact we are soulmates because I’m broken. I’ve always been broken. I don’t know how to explain it but I just feel like my body is wrong. Like I was born in the wrong one, like a mistake was made. Everytime I look in the mirror I hate what I see. I've tried everything from affirmations, to body positivity exercises but it’s all wrong. I hid the fact we are soulmates because I hate my name. It doesn’t fit, it’s wrong, I don’t know what is right but that there on your arm is not me.” I ranted out, expressing my feelings about myself for the first time out loud. “I could bear going through life hating a part of my soulmate that he can’t change, so I hid my mark and hoped that by some miracle you would find someone else that shared this name and had Takashi written across their wrist even though I know it’s impossible. I don’t want you to have to live with someone who hates themself.” Tears were streaming down my face and I didn't notice Mitsuya moving to hug me.

“We’ll get through this together. I know your feelings are probably hard to understand and are confusing. I’m not going to pretend like I fully understand, but I will help you through it. We can look for a therapist to help you work through it and understand. We can try anything you want to make you feel more comfortable. If you truly hate the name on my wrist I’ll keep it covered so you don’t have to see it, and you can tell me what you want to be called. You get to pick what I call you so I know you’re comfortable with it.” He said resting his head on mine as silently cried into his chest. “And when you’re ready I will help you tell the gang and if anyone dares to make fun of you or disrespects you they’ll have to answer to me. We’re soulmates for a reason, and I’ll stick with you through everything.”

I couldn’t help but smile as I pulled away from him only enough to look him in the eyes. “Thank you Takashi. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you in the first place.” He just returned my smile, placing a kiss on my forehead. “As for what to call me, I’m not sure yet but I think for now you could just call me soulmate when talking to me. You can call me whatever you want to when talking with others though.” I said, earning a slight chuckle from the lavender haired man holding me.

“You got it Soulmate, now take off your bracelet and give it to me.” I did as instructed revealing his name written neatly across my wrist. I watched as he smiled at his name before slipping the bracelet on his own wrist covering his own mark. “Now that that’s out of the way, what do you say to going out for some ice cream and maybe a movie?” He asked as he laced his fingers with mine.

“Sounds fantastic.” I replied excited to start this new journey together.

Timeskip to a few months

It was a relatively quiet day, I had just spent the morning cleaning up my room and getting ready to go out with Takashi for the day. He was supposed to be here around one and I was so excited to tell him some great news. You see, over the past couple months I found a therapist who helped me figure out that there is a name for my feelings and that’s gender dysphoria, and most people who experience it are Transgender. With the help of my therapist and the support of Takashi, I’ve started my transition. I’ve made some great strides in making peace with my feelings and presenting the way I see myself in my mind. The only thing I had been stuck on was a name. That’s the news I was ready to share with Takashi. I had finally chosen a name.

Checking the clock, it was about 12 so I decided I should finish getting ready even though there was an hour before Takashi was supposed to get here. As I was picking out my shoes for the day I was interrupted by loud knocking on my front door. Checking the clock again to see it was only 12:15 I was confused, Takashi isn’t supposed to be here for another 45 minutes. Trying to push my concern aside I went to open the door. “Takashi, you're super early.” I said as I swung the door open, being greeted by a very frantic Takashi.

“Thank god you opened the door, I have to show you something.” Before I could even respond he was pushing into my apartment not even bothering to take off his shoes. “I don’t know how or when this happened but when I was showering I noticed something strange on my wrist and when I looked at it, my mark had changed to this.” He said frantically moving the bracelet that normally covered his soulmark to reveal it had in fact changed.

I couldn’t help but laugh, my laugh caused a look of shock to cross Takashi’s face. Before he could continue with his mini panic I decided to explain. “It’s ok Takashi. Everything is fine, in fact it’s amazing that your mark changed, it just proves we’re soulmates even more.” He looked confused at my statement. “I finally picked my name, it's Y/n” I said, clarifying what I was getting at.

The look of confusion melted away into one of the biggest smiles I have ever seen on his face. “Oh my god. That’s fantastic Y/n. We have to celebrate.” He said immediately falling into using my new name. Hearing it come from him made me smile more than I already was.

Having his support through everything has been a blessing, I’m glad my bracelet accidentally fell that day. If it hadn’t I would still be hating myself everyday, but instead I’m learning to love myself and showing everyone that no matter what society says you have to be you don’t have to listen.

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Could you possibly do DS characters reaction to the reader blinding their chest? Trans!Male reader. Supportive comfort please. (≧◡≦) ♡ and yoy can do this wiyh who ever you wang, truly jusy need this.

Comforting words: Demon slayer characters moments with a Trans!Male who binds their chest.

Reader: Trans!Male, he/him pronouns, chest binding.

Notes: I think in this timeline there wouldn’t be many options for trans!people, and Healthily ones at that. I do hope this was okay since it’s my first time doing anything like this. I wanted you to have some comfort but I really am inexperienced with this. Forgive me if it’s bad.

Characters: Tanjiro Kamado Inosuke Hashibira, Shinobu Kocho

Warnings: Chest binding and unsafe using, mention of Tran! Hate, over all just me trying to make this work.

He’d be waking to the training ground after recovering and wanted to get some light training in. The other two boys had been taking rest and he didn’t know anyone else was here, until he saw you. He watched you shifted your sword and stance slowly, like wanting to match the breeze. He saw bandages wrapped around your chest but only from the back.

He walked over and tried not to startle you, “Excuse me.” He called out and it made you turn your head back. “Should you be training in your condition?” He was sweet and polite. Tanjiro knew about training when hurt and he admired it, but needed to make sure.

You turned around with a confused glare, “And what condition is that?” He was more confused at your annoyed tone. “I can train just as well as you.” Glaring at him in anger. He threw his hands up quickly.

“I didn’t mean to offend you,” he bowed his head, “you have bandages coving your whole chest and I wanted to make sure you’re alright. Please forgive me.” You watch him shout for forgiveness and the anger in you lessen at his words.

“I’m not wounded.” His head shot up. “Makes me flatter.” You run your hands across your chest and his head clicks the dots. He blushes at his actions. You laugh at him turning red of embarrassment. “It’s called chest binding for people like me who need to get ride of their chest, to look more…Masculine.” You scratch the back of your head and try to explain it to him carefully.

“Oh, I see.” He put his fingers on his chin and thought for a minute. Then his lips curled into a smile, “I heard about this” he looked down at the fabric wrapped around you “Be sure to be careful! I’m sure there something better for that.” You raise a brow at how understanding he is.

“I’ll be sure to be safe.”

“Could I ask you more questions about-”

“I’m trying to training dude.”

The butterfly mansion was a safe place for you after each mission, seeing as that you needed it often. Every time you had aching chest pains from the bandages you would wrap yourself in and always did yourself, it probably wasn’t safe but it was what you had. After trying to find something better or find anyone willing to make it, you’d get thrown out.

It wasn’t until your fifth time that Shinobu took notice, the girls telling her about you and that you wouldn’t listen to anyone. So you woke up with her smiling in a seat next to you, something you almost jumped out of your bed for. “I understand you’re having problems.” She spoke so..Strangely. She was a hashira and it was already terrifying to be in the same room as her.

You blink at her and get a bit embarrassed and tried to find the strength to talk to her but she beat you to it. “I hear that you’re doing things that are unsafe to your body. That’s not good at all.” She smiles and it confuses how she could be talking like that but have a perfect smile.

“Is this about my binder? I know it’s not the best but it’s what I have to do. I can’t bare not having it…Makes me feel like me, and it’s not that unsafe.” She gives you a look and you straighten up, “It’s all I have.” You sigh and look down sadly hoping you wouldn’t be banned from your binder, or from the corps.

“Then we’ll have to find you something better, I’ll send out word for something safer. But we need to lay down some rules, it’s fine to do what you’re doing just not all the time.” She admits and pats your hand softly.

“But have some rest and I’ll send out word, hopefully we can get you one by the time you finish recovering.” A feeling of warmth fills your stomach at the nice gesture.

“Thank you.”

“Of course, but if you come back after this for the same reason I’ll have no choice but to knock some sense into you.”

He met you once on the mission that sent you back to the mansion together. You had beaten him to a kill and save their asses before a more powerful demon appeared. So he saw you as a worthy opponent and couldn’t wait to fight you after.

When he saw you alone in the training grounds he couldn’t contain his excitement to fight you and prove he was better. He rushed over to you while you held your swords calmly and focused on your own movements. All of a sudden there was the strange boy running at you and screaming to fight him.

He notices the wrapping around your chest and knew you didn’t get hurt and he was confused. “Why the hell are you wearing that?” He pointed at you, which lead to you getting annoyed. “Because I want to!” He groaned and dropped his arms, “I can fight someone wounded because it makes them weaker!” He screamed like a frustrated child. “You owe me a fight.”

Taking a deep breath you calmed yourself so you didn’t start to hit him. “I’m not wounded, I’m just wearing it to keep me flat.” You stood up straight and leaned your weight on one foot. He stared confused.

“What the hell are you taking about?”

“I’m trans.”

“I don’t know what the hell that is! Is it some type of disease?” You smack your forhead and roll your eyes. “It’s just who I am. I was born in a different body, a female body that I don’t want. So this helps me become myself.”

“Oh..” he stared at you calmly before getting a grin on his face and tightening his grip around his swords. “So we can fight? Hell yeah.” He lunged at you immediately with a laugh that sounded demonic.

He didn’t care one bit about it. Like at all, but god forbid someone be mean to you about it. Lord Inosuke will stand up for his underlings. (Even if you beat him)

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