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turtlemagnum · 4 months

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here's some of the lore adjustments i'm going to make when i buy the star wars franchise:

recanonize hutts being able to biologically trans their gender for purposes of having kids. jabba can be trans if she wants to, ok

i think it's fucking stupid that twi'lek women are god damn gorgeous and the twi'lek men look like fucking freaks. therefore, i'm gonna be making the men look as pretty as the women. it's only fair

give the devaronian women horns. you make a species of devil lookin guys and you TAKE AWAY their HORN's??"? shame!! shame upon your houses. also i'd make the facial variation a bit more diverse so we still get the freaky lookin guys but also we should be able to make hot guys too with them i think.

in general i'd get away from that weird sexual dimorphism thing common to a lot of fantasy stuff where the males of a species are all monstrous but the women are all sexy and curvy and such. as such, either all of the people of a species are gonna be sexy and curvy like the women, or they're all gonna be monstrous like the men. them's the rules

revan would be made canonically transmasculine, though i'd wanna do it in a very low key way. it just makes sense!!!

droids can use the force, and everyone has a little bit of force in them so if you train hard enough anyone can become proficient. also, since the cool thing about the force is that it's a very soft kind of magic and is generally just whatever the story needs, i'd go Ever So Slightly Anime about it. like not full on but i'd definitely wanna stretch the physical elements of it slightly more than the movies tended to

yoda's lightsaber should be longer than average, actually. dude's little, he's gonna need the extra reach

the society of star wars is like, fairly straightforwardly a human supremacist one, right? how would that impact the beauty standards and gender identities of the other sapient guys? like what if a rodian got surgery to have a body more appealing to the human gaze? what if one of those secretary droids intentionally designed to look like a shapely woman turned out to be transmasc and got robo-top surgery? conversely, what if a transfem B1 battle droid got robo-breast implants to feel more like a woman?

anyways, speaking of rodians. i want you to imagine the face of a rodian (for those unaware, the guy we see han solo shoot at the beginning of a new hope (greedo) is a rodian). imagine what that mouth do. like, vacuum type shit. literally inhuman degrees of head game. think about it

slugthrowers!!! i'd wanna completely overhaul them, there's this one bit of lore That I Hate that is like "heh... slugthrowers are so much more reliable than blasters, which are actually unreliable as hell if you really think about it..." and it's like. No. That's Not How That Works. if blasters were less reliable than more conventional weaponry, they'd never be widely adopted. that's how weapons work. if it ain't reliable, nobody's gonna fucking use it!!! you need (and i mean NEED) the thing to go bang (or pew, in this case) every time you pull the trigger!! if it doesn't, then no military is gonna adopt it, and since civilians will very frequently go for stuff that has some degree of military pedigree, that's kind of fucking important. so, here's how i'd make blasters better than slugthrowers: more accurate, more reliable, easier to mass produce cheaply and effectively, higher ammunition capacity, and not impacted by varying gravity (at least not as much as Real Bullets, y'know). i'd also make the advantages of slugthrowers that they hard counter jedi (can't reflect metal with a lazer sword, you'd just melt it and now you have molten lead hitting your body at somewhere between mach 1 and 4!!!), and have more potentiality for stealth since you can suppress em silent if you know what you're doing. it is canon that jedi are often killed by assassins with explosives, and since slugthrowers are essentially a form of explosive, this is just an extension of that. so, that's why blasters would be more popular, because How Often Is A Normal Person Gonna Fight A Guy With A Lightsaber, so blasters are just Better in almost all situations but slugthrowers have Just Enough Of A Situational Benefit to still be around for like, at the very least people who are like, bounty hunters that specifically go after jedi or sith, y'know. And No, Jedi Cannot Just Catch The Bullets With The Force, That's Stupid.

anyways, i'd either make padme as young as anakin was when they meet (about 9) or i'd make anakin about the same age as padme when they meet (about 14). that way it's Not Quite As Weird, y'know. i'd probably spring for the latter since that'd be easier to cast good actors for

i'd decanonize the sequels since i have my own ideas for them, but i'd keep certain elements (like bb8 droids and porgs and the live slug reaction guy)

luke is ace but has romantic attraction. again, relatively low key but yeah. also mara jade is canon

i'd make jar jar hot. i'm not gonna elaborate because i wanna keep some things a suprise

#this is arguably both a #turtlegunrant #and a #H&Hornyposting #oh babey a double!!#warning: long

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dhampiravidi · 11 months

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to those who have an issue w/drag (& tbh, queer/nonconforming people in general)

TL;DR: please don't follow me if you are the above. I'd be supporting ignorance. Here's my explanation.

Brief background (on me & my stance): I was born AFAB, to parents who, for most of my childhood, either took no stance or a liberal stance in conversations that became politicized/publicized by the media. My school didn't talk about politics until President Obama was elected (& ofc his election was seen as a historic, positive moment). Anyway, no one talked about sexuality, biological sex, or gender identity--all of which are different, sometimes overlapping topics.

Then my mom happened to have a young student who had 2 dads. I was confused. When they'd hug or kiss (nothing graphic, just regular couple stuff), I felt...weird. No, not aroused OR disgusted--I was maybe 8 at the time, anyway. But I was definitely not used to seeing or hearing about gay people. Whenever that good ol' scene where 2 sexy college girls kiss to appease a bunch of boys came on the TV, my mom would roll her eyes. When 2 men would kiss in a different scene, my dad would make an excuse and leave. Long story short, until I literally Googled what it was to be queer, I didn't understand what I had seen. I'd learn that my mom supported all queer people (going as far as to publicly support a student's efforts to transition in high school) and my dad, who is still learning, grew up exposed to extremely heteronormative ideals.

Now we get to my identities.

I started to question my sexuality at 10, but I wasn't "sure"* that I was bisexual/pansexual (I don't mind either term; yes, I "can" be attracted to trans people) until I was 12. Unfortunately, my parents initially tried to ignore my realization. They didn't want to talk about it. But I had friends who came out at the same time. (I was also a very salty high schooler.) So I kept pushing and pushing for the discussion, because I had a right to be heard. I had a right to be myself and not lie about who I was. My parents had always talked about how I should be proud to be a smart Black woman, so...I ran with that. I am lucky to have a family who (finally) accepts my sexuality.

Again, I'm AFAB. I don't mind my genitalia. I hate my body, but that (for me) is tied to my mental health, as I have been diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder (I inherited a disposition to this), Generalized Anxiety Disorder (the result of several environmental and self-imposed factors), and Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (due to some trauma experienced outside my home). I have thought about having traditionally-male genitalia, but I don't think I personally need it to be happy. However, I acknowledge that this is just how I feel, and it doesn't take away from how others feel.

I didn't even think much about my own gender until the last year or so. I only knew that I had always been unhappy with my social life. I currently have a badass handful of buddies who I love SO MUCH, but I still sometimes feel...wrong. When I look in the mirror, I don't just feel ugly. I don't think I look human. I hung out with boys throughout elementary school and I (mostly via the CW and Disney Channel) was exposed to a lot of what some call the "male gaze". For example, I remember all the shows that featured a girl (usually the male characters' crush(es)) getting splashed with water--enough so her petite hourglass form would show through her then-transparent clothes. So I had an idea of what beauty was. Somehow, I also had an idea of what being cool/handsome (my words for "beautiful in a masculine way" back then) was: toned muscles, the ability to intimidate anyone, wearing tight clothes, etc. Anyway, I started school early, meaning that until maybe the end of middle school, I was always shorter than everyone else. I didn't mind being called cute all the time, until my friends were getting asked out as teenagers. Suddenly, I wanted to be seen as attractive. I ended up basing my self-image on how many people had crushes on me (which appeared to be zero, according to how many people turned me down). My point is, I believed that I had to be pretty for men. Then I realized that I liked women TOO, which irritated me because even when I came out, it saddened me that I still wasn't getting asked out (despite me supposedly having TWO TIMES the chance to find love, in my mind). In the end...I found that I identify as nonbinary. I'm agender, possibly genderfluid, because I don't understand OR want to conform to society's standards for gender (at least, in the USA). (Also, a bunch of the people I had crushes on years ago were actually insensitive jerks, but that's not the point.)

Elon Musk has said one thing that I might actually agree with. Said loosely, he asked why people are bothering to look so closely at gender when we claim that Western Civilization has come so far in terms of gender roles. Why DO people have a problem if someone who is AMAB wears a dress or a skirt? Kilts are part of Celtic culture, for both men and women. The Ancient/Classical Greek civilization that is so revered by so many countries had a garment called the chiton, a knee-length tunic worn by both men and women. Plenty of cultures throughout human history have worn ceremonial and/or optional makeup. Why DO some Americans still take issue with men teaching kids in elementary school? Is that any worse than a woman becoming President of the United States?

I was inspired to write this because of all the recent ideological and legislative attacks on human rights, specifically those of trans people and/or drag performers. I thought about the friends I have who identify as trans, and who have expressed their joy at discovering their identity. They are so relieved and happy and they have the most beautiful smiles when they detail their journeys. Their happiness isn't hurting anyone. I also thought about drag in general. I haven't been to a live drag show (yet), but I've seen the show Legendary (a dance show featuring drag, among other elements of queer culture) as well as the Netflix documentary Disclosure (a film about how trans people have historically been depicted in media). Drag is art, and for some, it's a lifestyle. It might be a kink or fetish for some people, in the same way that intercrural sex or lingerie might be. What it is NOT is a way that people commonly commit crimes--as the media has often claimed in the past, by showing AMAB "transvestite" serial killers wearing dresses to seduce their victims. It is NOT encouraging children to have sex at horribly young ages. And as many have explained, a drag queen is most definitely no more dangerous than a person (of ANY gender) purchasing an automatic weapon. If anything, seeing someone in drag perform can be an awesome learning experience for kids. They'll be exposed to a marginalized community that they may find themselves as part of as an adult. They won't grow up like I did, feeling like something is wrong with them just because they didn't know their identity existed.

I am not perfect and I do not claim to be. I had to do a lot of research to learn what I know about various communities. I still research online and ask (thoughtful) questions when members of these communities allow it. Until this year, I had no idea that some nonbinary people choose to get top surgery and/or begin hormone therapy because they like the way it helps others view them as more androgynous individuals. I did not know how much hormone therapy could cost (it's a heartbreaking reality, considering the meaning behind the whole process). I did not know that drag, something that I always saw as a fabulous form of self-expression and pure happiness, would be demonized by so many people.

I don't think this IS an opinion, but uh:

Gender Identities: woman, man, agender, nonbinary, two-spirit (term exclusive to Indigenous North Americans), etc.

Sexualities: gay, straight, queer, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, etc.

Sex: AFAB/female, AMAB/male, intersex.

People who are transgender are absolutely valid, whether or not they get and/or disclose their thoughts on personal sexual reassignment surgery. The term transgender is difficult to evaluate as a word because it's somewhere between gender identity and sex. In English, we say that someone identifies as trans, but someone who is a transwoman, for example, is someone AMAB (or possibly intersex) who identifies as a woman. But again, these people still exist and deserve just as much respect as anyone else.

No one hates people who grew up unaware of the queer community. The problem are those who hate queer people for simply being different--in essence, for those who pose a threat to the fantasy of a forever-heteronormative society that promotes unrealistic ideals.

*stuff in parentheses includes terms that you may not agree with, but it's how the mainstream media and groups I've interacted with define certain concepts. I'm sorry if the phrasing isn't perfect--despite my Master's and Bachelor's in various sections of the English Department, choosing the correct words to define feelings is still difficult.

#admin #pride month #queer rights #queer represention #lgbtqia #lgbtq+

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johannestevans · 2 years

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Update 01/06/2022

Good evening, good evening, good evening!

It was my birthday on May 30th, and it was great! Wonderful news!

Secondly, happy Pride Month, and happy Our Flag Means Death just got renewed month - if you haven't gone and seen OFMD yet, I totally recommend it, especially because we're going to get a season 2! Plus, the new season of What We Do In The Shadows is gonna start coming out next month, so it's great news for the gays all around, honestly.

I say these two because for media recommendations I do not have much to offer this week - I watched The Northman (2022) and In The Earth (2021) with Joel Fry, and I thought they were both fine, but neither were remarkable enough to me to write home about. I've also caught up on the new season of Love, Death, and Robots, and I extremely recommend S3E2, Bad Travelling, which is a really cool nautical horror.

Apart from that, I really enjoyed Taika Waititi's Autocomplete interview with Wired, and they also did this really great interview with him called The Multifarious Multiplicity of Taika Waititi, and it really resonated with me as an (workaholic) ADHD creator, and is such an interesting insight into his process and how he approaches his work.

May's Top Story: Remnants of a Bygone Era

Erotic short. After his roommate brings him to his bondage tutorial, Ignatius pursues a very grumpy little nurse.

Rated E, cis M/M, 7.5k. Rope bondage tutorials and sexy lectures about safe sex, age difference, power dynamics, size difference, leather, role reversals and dynamic play, anal sex, hairy bodies, dirty talk, mild humiliation, teasing, nipple piercings, tattoos.

On Medium / / On Patreon

New Work Published

Romance Short: Sweet On

A chocolatier falls head over heels for one of his most austere customers.

7k, rated M, M/M. A very exuberant chocolatier crushes on desperately on the deadpan professor who begins coming into his shop for coffee. Autism for autism and lots of flirting and teasing. Introducing Benny Wu and Haoran Soon.

On Medium / / On Patreon

Serial Update: Rescue Dogs

Chapter Nine. Cecil takes Valorous apart as best he can.

Content warnings in this chapter include self-esteem problems, undernegotiated kink, power dynamics. There’s a bit of kink in this chapter, with flogging, spanking, figging, dirty talk, Daddy kink.

On WorldAnvil / / On Medium

Erotic Short: Grind

A trans man grinds against his boyfriend’s hand.

300 words, rated E, cis man/trans man, frottage and grinding.

On Medium / / On Patreon

Erotic Short: Touch-Starved

When a man finds out about his disabled coworker’s active sex life, he’s very jealous, and maybe… something else, too.

Rated E, cis M/M, 15k! Arden Rice has been friends with Sebastian April for years, and it’s never occurred to him before now that April might have an active sex life — let alone a sex life he want to involve himself in.

On Medium / / On Patreon

Erotic Short: Haughty Paris

A sailor picks out the coolest and most beautiful of the tavern’s boys, like he always does.

Rated E, cis M/M, 800w. D/s, humiliation kink, face slapping, sex work.

On Medium / / On Patreon

Our Flag Means Death Fanfic: Thanks

Rated T, 500w, Roach/Izzy.

"Does that hurt?" asks a voice behind him, and Roach turns up from where he's awkwardly trying to roll his shoulders, to work the tension out from between the blades.

On Ao3 / / On Tumblr

Our Flag Means Death Fanfic: Occupied

Rated T, 460w, Frenchie/Izzy. Lucius goes looking for Frenchie and finds him alone with Izzy.

On Ao3

Our Flag Means Death: Close Textual Analysis

This is going to be a rewatch liveblog going through E1 and closely reading and responding to the text, bit by bit, in chronological order.

It’s going to be pretty casual in tone, I will be swearing and making sex jokes and blah blah blah, this is close reading for fun and isn’t academic in tone, but it’s still close reading and commentary on the text with some analysis here and there. For fun.

S01 E01 The Pilot: On Medium / / On Patreon / / On Tumblr

S01 E02 A Damned Man: On Medium / / On Patreon / / On Tumblr

#original fiction #our flag means death #weekly summary

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lunarsilkscreen · 9 months

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Reader Discretion: Gender Affirming surgery

Typical gender affirmation is the same as cosmetics that cis people get access to for being cis. Hair Plugs, facial feminization, cool sculpting. Testosterone and Estrogen supplements. But they're discouraged for trans people for being trans.

This is the part where I harp on beauty standards and norms that affect everybody as a whole. And yes, it can get too much. Botox, excessive cosmetic surgeries. Atypical surgeries that make you look like an anime character or a beauty doll.

But, that's the same difference as using diet/exercise to lose weight oo developing a full on eating disorder. One is definitely not something you want.

We encourage people to develop healthy bodies, and not bulimia. It's still ACTIVELY encouraged in cis-world that women maintain the BMI they had at TWELVE. And that bleeds over to trans-world, but in trans-world, because of the higher profile, we're held to the higher standard. Which is simply unfair to us. We're subject to the same cultural norms you push on cis people. That's not our fault.

And I can see how certain surgeries look, but trust me. Most trans people aren't getting certain surgeries to attract men directly into their pants. Trans women actually know how to work thanks to male socialization. While the stigma of using men for a paycheck rests solely on the uterus-havers. The reason trans people don't have jobs is because of transphobia. If you want good tech support who do you call? Trans women. Because we developed the high-paying skills nobody wants to pay us for. That's not to say that cis people and trans men can't do it, but there's an inordinate amount of us that can set up a network for an 8 floor building single-handedly.

And now affirming... Lower Surgery. This dips partially into intersex territory who get it solely to affirm their working bits.

But for trans people...

Imagine, when you get aroused. WAP or Hard. And your brain rejects the feelings that are supposed to go along with sex. Like it's painful, and not at feel good or desirable to want to engage in cloister.

That's what trans people deal with. Me in particular, when I'm stimulated, the bits that respond well are not the bits that you would consider. Like, it's not at all fun for me. It's work. A hygienic effort, and nothing more. And I have to go to Great lengths.

Like, I need to find a really good book, and get really really into it. But the bits go at their own pace.

Seriously. Imagine a woman with a man that can only last 30 seconds. Now, imagine you are that woman, with the man bits that only last 30 seconds and you're still unsatisfied. "Aw... Only 30 seconds? This edging training is bullshit. I'd find a new man, but we're attached at the waist here."

I tried the typical gay stims, it doesn't do shit for me.

"yeah, I did come... But. It wasn't worth it. It never is. I wish I never got hard at all."

The only time it felt sort of normal was on HRT. When my body actually responded in a way that felt natural. There was still an itch that couldn't be scratched, but it was more at my own pace, I could get 15 pages into my book. And it felt satisfying. And, I barely ever got hard. It was great.

Trans people literally just wanna do the bare minimum to be perceived as their gender, and to have satisfying sexy times. (And some, I assume, can afford all the cosmetic surgery in the world. But that's a cis world problem)

Gay men get Viagra so they have sex with their wives, no one bats an eye. But when trans women ask for the opposite, everybody loses their minds.

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velcroedcrocs · 11 months

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HI TRANS PEOPLE

there’s been a lot of violence and hatred towards the trans community as of late. sometimes it hurts to exist as yourself because you may feel you’re not ‘right’. sometimes it hurts to mourn our siblings, even those we’ve never met. sometimes it’s scary, and hard, and bad. sometimes you may wish you were cis, but

in case anyone doesn’t know rn

YOU ARE SEXY, AND COOL,, AND FUN TO BE AROUND ,,AND SMART ,,AND FUNNY,AND HAVE A WONDERFUL WAY OF LOOKING AT THE WORLD, AND YOURE CONFIDENT, GROOVEY, FUNKY, AND NO MATTER WHAT YOU IDENTIFY AS I LOVE YOU ALL THE SAME*!!!! SUPPORT YOUR FAVORITE TRANS PPL!! LEARN TRANS HISTORY!! kill the concept of gender Julius Caesar Style. CLIMB A FUCKIN TREE AND LOOK DOWN ON THIS. BEAUTIFUL WORLD!!! AND GIVE URSELF A HIGH FIVE BECAUSE YOU MADE IT TO TODAY!!!!!

*i hate u kalvin garrah (i respect ur identity and allat but you are a complete and utter schmuck)

and you may not believe me bc i don’t know you. maybe all these things aren’t true. but one thing is universal.

YOU ARE VALID. YOU ARE DESERVING OF RESPECT AND LIFE AND LOVE.

things will get better. i pinky promise.

im sorry bout the weird organization of the post but i just had like a crazy wave of love in my body and i need to express it.

i love y’all so goddamn much.

-linny

pls drop some trans resources and charities in the notes!!!

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gods-and-beds · 3 years

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ok but trans bodies are literally so sexy?

#I'm trans btw I hope this doesn't sound like a cis fetishist's post :[#trans bodies are so beautiful! and sexy! and cool!#god is speaking

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becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys · 2 years

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Trans followers, if you’re up for it, I’d like your input (you can message me privately or even anonymously if you wish).

So obviously I’m very cool and sexy and big brained and that’s why I write werewolf erotica, anyway I realised this morning that I haven’t tried writing a trans werewolf character. Or, more accurately and importantly: each book contains one new romance (plus an ongoing established one in the background that began in the first book). The new one each time is designed to explore a different dynamic - sometimes to challenge the existing relationship standards in this fucking genre (because my god these people think really-quite-horrific abuse is sexy), but sometimes to explore just, you know, another type of love, like a poly or ace relationship or what have you. And I realised that I have not yet done this with a trans werewolf.

This opens up two very big questions though, which I have just spent a really fun half hour talking over with a trans friend of mine, but I don’t want her to have to speak for all trans people on the subject. So I’m asking for input here.

I recognise that some people of course won’t agree on these - what’s invalidating for one is validating for another, and all that. But I do want to make sure that, whichever way I end up going with this, it’s based on the input and opinions of trans folks who approved and not solely what my well-intentioned but naive cis ass thought sounded nice. So! Questions under the cut, because I value your dashboards.

Okay, so question one: The Mate Bond.

These are a soulmate trope, and part of that is that a werewolf’s mate is always the most attractive person they’ve ever seen, right. So, how does that work if you are meeting your mate pre-transition?

Now, my current plan, after discussion this morning, is to say the attraction is there both before and after the transition. BUT, before it, it’s like... “You’re super hot but it feels like something is slightly missing in some way.” And then after transition it’s “Holy shit yeah there you are.” Attractive both sides, but post-transition, they’re actually themselves, you know? It feels right, not just to the trans person but also their mate. (Plus they’re happier, which is usually very attractive in its own right.)

However, my friend is grey-romantic, so she said of this question in particular I should probably check with others.

Moving on to question two: The Transition.

Okay, right, so, this is very literally a transformative species. They can turn into bloody wolves and back.

That means reforming their entire bodies, growing and losing whole appendages (tails), rearranging organs, changing hormones. It means they physically lose and regrow their secondary sex characteristics all the time, since body hair is constantly in flux, fat deposits move, breasts are lost and regrown; it also means their entire genital structures are changed (as anyone who reads A/B/O can attest). Like, the basis for physical change is very much there.

On top of that, this is a species with a bit of a weak psychic field. They always look hot - I’ve already explained that as, given that they’re a supernatural race, they evolve over time to fit the beauty norms of the day to give them a predatory edge, that sort of thing. Plus... for example, if a woman with long hair shifts, she gets it back once she shifts human again, right? She doesn’t shift back to a pixie cut. Her morphic field knows, somehow, what she should look like in human shape, and I figure that’s based on her subconscious to a degree, at least. So physical adaptation to an ideal is also there, as a base.

And finally, werewolves are born as wolf pups, shift into human toddlers after a couple of days, and then stay human until “First Shift” at eighteen. When they get this shift, they get their wolf and can now transform at will; they also get their Gift (one (1) small superpower, as a treat); and they can now form a mate bond, and so will recognise their mate. Full fledging into adulthood, basically.

So, if we are literally only looking at the existing lore that I have already established... I can’t see any narrative reason why a trans werewolf, on reaching eighteen and gaining their wolf, wouldn’t naturally and automatically transition over the course of their first-however-many shifts. From a sci-fi/fantasy perspective, that fits perfectly into the world building that’s there.

However, werewolves do not actually exist and this world is fictional and will be whatever I tell it to be, whereas actual trans humans who might read this are real. So: does this sound okay?

My friend’s response to this one was “IDK that seems fine to me. Actually that sounds really nice.” But I’d like to run that by a few more people because I am cis and outside my wheelhouse.

(And if it sounds good, how many shifts should that take? Instant, just one and done, to reflect that this is who you were inside all along? Or gradual, over twenty or more, so they have an actual transition period that a reader gets to see? Or somewhere in between?)

Anyway thank you all! Feel no obligation to respond if you don’t want to. As I say, the likelihood is that I won’t get 100% agreement because YMMV (what I want out of a feminist novel is often different from what friends of mine want to see for example; it happens), but whichever path I end up going down is going to be feedback-based.

I should probably also mention that, so far, there has been zero homophobia in any of these. So, my very strong instinct is to not include any intentional transphobia. It would be a love story that features a character who happens to be trans, not a love story about being trans. Apologies if that’s not your jam, but I would certainly want to defer to those with first hand experience writing those stories. These are just very silly books about werewolves.

#blood and silver #writing #trans issues

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designatedbreadbox · 3 years

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Do ya'll every think about

how the bros. will love MC literally regardless of what they look like or how MC chooses to present themself because they don't have the same bullshit views about beauty that we have?

Continuation here:

Like, MC with freckles/dimples/vitiligo? Fuckin' cute, adorable, ya know Asmo be countin' every single spot. Your dimples has everyone floored. By everyone, I mean EVERYONE; YES, EVEN BARBATOS. Luke's included but its puppy love

MC with scars of any kind? They would all love to hear stories about how you got those if the subject isn't uncomfortable or sensitive for you.

MC with tattoos/piercings? Like with the dimples, everyone if floored and at first Luke was scared. But then he realized he got to go to a school with a bad-to-the-fuckin' -ass human! How cool is that?!????

^^^ *insert puppy love again*

MC with dark skin and kinky/coily hair? If you let him, Mammon will be ALL OVER seeing how your hair curls.

Very skinny MC? Fuckin' epic man, Levi wants to know how good you are at videogames.

On that note, chubby MC? The twins found a new snuggle buddy and Belphie is DEFINITELY a hugger.

MC with a certain aesthetic? Lucifer is in awe and honestly respects how hard you work to maintain that. He thinks you look great sexy in your attire.

Very pale MC? MC reminds Satan of a ghost/ghoul and is in love with that because honestly? Goals man, that's actually cool as fuck.

Ginger MC? Beel fuckin' LOVES you and is not afraid to show it. Like AT ALL.

Short MC? Tall MC? Mammon is simpin' either way height makes no difference to him.

Nonbinary/Trans MC? Anyone who misgenders and/or deadnames you intentionally is DEAD. Accident is one thing, but on purpose? They're not dealing with that.

Lesbian/wlw/Pan. etc. MC? Asmo has someone he can discuss hot women with, so win-win in all honesty.

Brown-eyed MC? Gorgeous under the moonlight and Lucifer thinks they look even better under spotlights.

Green-eyed MC? Satan wants to compare it to plants; he wants to find stuff that'll remind him of your eyes.

Black-eyed? Belphie is both terrified and finds it so fuckin' cool. Thinks you look badass.

Blue-eyed MC? Levi's already on the floor with a nosebleed and he can't function around you. Your eyes remind him of his favorite thing: the ocean.

Stretch marks? Body hair? The twins don't see how that can annoy anyone; it's just hair. And stretch marks are so common that Belphie can't see why humans hate them.

Big/small boob MC? Makes absolutely no difference to anyone whatsoever. But Asmo does worry about your back and offers give back rubs.

MC with braces/mouthpiece? Lucifer wants to know if they hurt, at all. Did you choose the band color?

MC with glasses? Canon that Lucifer and someone else is attracted to people with glasses, so he's already simping. Lowkey, of course, but it's there.

Hijab/Turban MC? Satan wants to know how you put it on, it looks so complicated and fascinating. Or even better: you tell him step by step, so he can get a taste of your culture.

Latino/a MC? Please, by all means, cook for Beel. Or give him the recipes. Man is dying for new ones and he loves savory foods above all else.

Like, it really doesn't matter what MC looks like. It truly doesn't. Can you imagine how diverse the Celestial Realm is? Seeing people that look so different from you, but you still call them your brotjer/sister? Because looks don't matter when you can just have fun with them; it doesn't matter in a strength competition or trying to see who runs better. Looks mean shit when your younger sibling has a nightmare and you need to comfort them.

They carried that view over with them upon entering the Devildom. They always held onto that belief because they truly believe there is no good justification at all as to why someone should be judged solely for what they look like.

No matter what MC looks/presents like, they'll always be loved. Even if the whole world says otherwise.

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bucky-at-bedtime · 3 years

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Stucky Fic Recs

So basically I went through all of my ao3 bookmarks and collated a list of some of my favourites (I couldn't fit all of them on this list, so if anyone shows interest there might be a part two).

Please read tags and descriptions of the works before reading, some of them are pretty dark or extremely horny so just make sure you check that the fic is for you!!

Please please please send me your favourite fics in return! I am always happy to hear fic recs, headcanons and any other ideas/comments you all have!

Without any further ado, here are a few of my favourite Stucky fics:

‘Not Easily Conquered’ series by dropdeaddream, WhatAreFear

Rating: M, Words: 117,692

https://archiveofourown.org/series/115516

“I told you, you heard me: I told you never to follow me into Hell. Now I’m not vain enough to think that’s why you’re out here now — if there’s any person in what’s left of this God forsaken planet who’s part of a bigger picture, it’d be you. But I’ll keep saying it until it sticks. You got nothing to prove. I’m not worth much, I damn well know that, but I’ll ask you anyway: Stay for me. If you leave me alone in this world I’ll turn into something terrible. I’ll turn into the nasty creature that’s growing inside me. This war, it’ll swallow me whole”

[To me, this fic is like the classic Stucky 101 fanfic – if you're a Stucky fan and you haven't read this, I highly recommend it. The authors explore the Steve/Bucky relationship in such an interesting, tragic, emotive way and I cry every time I read it. I couldn't praise this work enough.]

‘Ain’t No Grave’ series by spitandvinegar

Rating: M-E, Words: 131,789

https://archiveofourown.org/series/426577

"Yeah, he never calls me by my name," Steve says. "It's always champ, ace, hotshot, that kinda thing."

"Man, that is flirting," Sam says. "That nicknames thing, he is flirting with you. He's just working his way up to calling you baby or something."

Steve goes redder than a damn coke can. Sam pumps his fist. "Yes, I am so right, I am wise as hell. He did, didn't he?"

"He called me sweetheart," Steve says grimly, "because he's a drug addict with brain damage."

"Or because he looooooves you," Sam says. Captain America throws a cookie at his head. Sam eats it, because he deserves a treat for being so damn wise.”

[I'm currently re-reading this fic and absolutely loving it. The way spitandvinegar writes Bucky's road towards recovery and Steve's entire characterisation – it's all just so good. It's another one that covers some pretty dark themes, so make sure you're checkin those tags!]

'Einherjar' by thecommodore_squid

Rating: M, Words: 71297

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7157024/chapters/16249814

But Steve was fine.

Sure, he hadn’t seen Bucky in months, and sometimes he was at the punching bag so long that his skin started to peel off to expose the bones of his fingers, and sometimes he couldn’t find the energy to drag himself out of bed, and sometimes he went weeks without sleeping, and sometimes he thought about throwing himself head-first off the nearest tall structure, but he was fine.

He was absolutely, perfectly, one-hundred percent, fucking fine.

AKA In which Steve learns how to deal with his shit, and Bucky learns how to stop leaving.

[basically the definition of a recovery fic, I absolutely adore it. This is tragic and amazing and makes me cry and smile. It’s got a bunch of fantastic cameos and It really just ticks so many of my boxes.]

‘Like real People do’ by 2bestfriends

Rating: E, Words: 67,775

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19887376/chapters/47103217

“"Ask me what?" demands Bucky. "I didn't hear a question."

Steve licks his lips. "Will you stay with me? Will you come back home, Buck?"

"Home," repeats Bucky in a small voice, and then he's crying for real.”

[Basically soft lumberjack!steve and lonely twink!bucky being horny and in love. This is a comfort fic for that’s really just about my favourite boys falling in love.]

‘This City Bleeds it’s Aching Heart’ by anonymous

Rating: E, Words: 34,537

https://archiveofourown.org/works/835829/chapters/1591736

“The one where Steve and Bucky pose as a happily married couple while on a mission for SHIELD, to catch an international arms dealer hiding in a suburban neighbourhood.”

[The plot in this one is just a good time and i think it’s just a really fun take on the fake relationship trope. Also some really great characterisation.]

‘Home is Wherever I’m With You’ by cydonic

Rating: E, Words: 88,570

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18868081/chapters/44783077

“Bucky kisses Steve and Emma goodbye before they leave for school, which is why – partway down the road – Amelia turns to him and asks, “why are you and Daddy kissing?”

Which is definitely a conversation Bucky’s been expecting since Steve just did it, but it still takes him by surprise. Again, he thinks he should wait for Steve, but Amelia’s not the sort of kid to let anything rest. Plus, Bucky’s taking her to school where she will undoubtedly share the story with anyone who’ll listen.

He also stops to think that Steve’s asked him to stay, which means Bucky must be trusted with their happiness and well-being, at least in some small capacity.

Bucky clears his throat and searches for some explanation that will help Amelia make sense of this sudden turn of events. “Because we love each other,” is all he comes up with.”

[Bear with me, this is a House Flipper!Bucky Au. And dad!Steve. I just love a found family trope I’m not gonna lie to you. Another comfort fic that warms my lil heart.]

‘Lucky Seven’ by BetteNoire (WeAreWolves)

Rating: E, Words: 94,364

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7033105/chapters/16002481

“Back from where--?” James says, the sentence ending in a distinctly undignified squawk as Steve sweeps him up in his arms, bridal-style, and starts carrying him upstairs.

James tenses momentarily then relaxes into Steve's arms and throws back his head and starts laughing. The laughter peals out of him, his body shaking, his amusement occasionally broken by little gasps of pain.

“What's so funny?” Steve frowns.

“You are,” James says, still giggling. “You're ridiculous, Steve Rogers.”

“Behave. Or I will drop you,” Steve growls.

[The shrunkyclunks modern AU of my dreams featuring Mechanic!Bucky and cap!Steve and some really beautiful writing.]

'Dishonor On Your Cow' by mandarou

Rating: E, Words: 111695

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10659162/chapters/23589582

“Sergeant Barnes?”

“Oh, hell no, don’t call him that, man,” Sam warned.

“Captain Fuck Off!” Barnes shouted over him. “Fight me!”

Steve didn’t know whether to laugh or just slink away. He managed to combine the two by pacing two steps and snorting instead. Like a bull.

“I’m gonna need you to calm your ass, Barnes,” Sam said as he went limp again, obstructing Barnes’s struggling under him. “This is so undignified. That is Captain goddamn America.”

“Captain goddamn America!” Barnes repeated, louder. And angrier.

Steve cleared his throat again. “I’ve been looking for you,” he told Barnes.

“I hope you brought lube this time!” Barnes shouted.

[I’m not gonna lie it took me a minute to get into this one but by the end I was crying with them, laughing with them, and just really in my feels. Some very insane things happen so here’s a few of my favourite tags: ‘Seargent Barnes is done with your Shit Steve’, ‘blatant disrespect of a man’s motorcycle’, ‘Steve you ding dong’ and ‘PR nightmares in the form of Supersoldiers’.]

Propietary Information by Notlucy

Rating: E, Words: 85141

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11964402/chapters/27054777

“Okay, so Bucky Barnes has a crush on Steve Rogers. The guy's gorgeous, talented and, oh yeah, the Chief Design Officer of the biggest tech company in the world. In other words: he's so far out of Bucky's league that he might as well be in a different stratosphere.”

[We were never gonna get through this list without a Sugar Daddy!AU (I have a weakness). This one is… saucy and sexy and sweet and uh pretty kinky so read the tags and all. I’ve read it a few times, and I love the way the author has written Steve in this one, he just makes my heart go '!!!']

‘Roots Have Grown’ by AustinB

Rating: M, Words: 17280

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6912451/chapters/15767941

“Bucky is a mildly agoraphobic veteran with funds to spare, who becomes enamored with the cute blonde guy in his building.

So when Steve mentions needing a roommate to cut down on rent costs, Bucky decides it would be a good idea to volunteer.”

[Another weakness of mine is Roommate AUs, and this one is phenomenal. I tend to go for post serum!Steve stories more often, but this is a pre-serum Steve that I just adore.]

‘The Cold Never Bothered me Anyway’ by icoulddothisallday

Rating: E, Words:75562

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11728869/chapters/26425530

“Bucky Barnes has spent his whole life in a state of mild hypothermia. Steve Rogers has spent the last 70 years in the ice. The two things aren’t related until, suddenly, they are. Shrunkyclunks soulmate AU (AKA the awkward bb au).”

[I think this is the only soulmate AU in my bookmarks? I would totally be down to read more though! This one is really fun and really enjoy Bucky’s characterisation here!]

'War, Children' by Nonymos

Rating: E, Words: 106615

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5373050/chapters/12409394

“After Bucky was released from the hospital, it only took him a couple of weeks to give up on himself. Difficult to believe in any kind of future when the simple act of staying alive was almost too big an effort.

Out the frosted window, across the street, there was a tiny homeless guy burrowing under an awning.”

[An interesting exploration of Bucky’s PTSD with a trans!Steve which was a cool take on his character too!]

'The Company You Keep' by orbingarrow

Rating: G, Words: 51191

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3468605/chapters/7613072

“Hurt, hungry, and on the run, the Winter Soldier doesn’t have a lot of safe options to go to for help. Figuring that any friend of Captain Steve Rogers is unlikely to be HYDRA, Bucky takes a chance and reaches out to the first Avenger he can find.

It works out better than anyone could have expected. Eventually.”

[hurt/comfort, recovering Bucky, protective Steve, found family and domestic avengers, need I say more? I absolutely loved this one]

#stucky #stucky fics #stucky fic recs #fic rec

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so you tweeted once about robot paz glowing from the inside and how that would look again din's skin and you should know i absolutely read that tweet as like. being able to see paz glowing from inside din through his skin. so that sure is A Thot.

you read that absolutely right

I imagine robot Paz under all that armour would look a little something like (looming, broad-shouldered, smouldering from the inside)

and this concept could go something like--

(warnings for 2.1k of trans Din, sexy murder bots turned fucking machines, overstimulation, dacryphilia, dubious consent towards the end, cervix penetration, porn with feelings)

(be careful what you wish for, Din)

“Who do I thank for turning your opinion of us… droids?”

The words vibrate with power against the skin of Din’s neck-- bare where Paz has pulled his flight suit low to expose the collar bone. Din gulps, clinging to that steel wrist. Tendons flex under his hand with more sophisticated machinery than Din has witnessed in a droid… maybe ever.

Who does Paz thank?

The image of IG-11 flickers through Din’s mind and his chest tightens with the memory.

“He was… he saved us,” Din says.

Paz hums thoughtfully, the sound resonating through his entire body like the shimmer of something clicking into place. “He?” The hum turns purring and Din inhales sharply as that sound thrums low where an armoured thigh pushes between Din’s legs, backing him against the wall. “Not ‘it’?”

IG was bumbling and utilitarian, only humanoid in its barest essence of four limbs, an upright form, and a head with which to see.

Whoever designed Paz had other ideas. From the polished fingertips thoughtfully tapping the divot of Din’s throat up to Paz’s broad chest with pistons and folds of steel that flex like organic muscle, the larger Mandalorian was designed to look human. By the grace of the Maker, he was still wearing his buy’ce when Din accidentally stumbled on him in the private quarters, but to see the rest of him… Din can’t stop staring.

Paz’s chrome form shines like a droid fresh off the production line (helped by the fact he’d been armoured the long years Din knew him, so neither dust nor rust would have ailed him), an artefact of a time long before disparity and desperate survival. Din almost asks Paz why he wore the armour if, beneath, he had all of this but-- Paz Vizsla followed the Way. Droid or not, he is still Mandalorian. Whoever made him had access to wealth Din will probably never see in his lifetime, and the detail invested in his design, sweeping lines and bold, armoured panels? It’s art.

With a furious blot of realisation, Din glares at the smug droid looming over him. He’s… beautiful.

“Who made you?” he asks.

“Who made you?” Paz retorts, not missing a beat. “I consider it rude to ask, Beroya. But I assure you, they left me fully-equipped.”

Large, steel hands curl behind Din’s thighs. Din yelps as he’s hoisted up against the other Mandalorian’s steel chest-- oh, that metal is warm. An explicable thrill of heat shivers through his body and pools between his legs, realising how effortlessly he’s held and braced. His cheeks burn and he jerks his hands back, knees locking against Paz’s sides for balance. It’s much easier without all that beskar’gam in the way.

He searches that familiar visor, black gaze within a blue helm, this is Paz, you know Paz; his heart still pounds at the snik of steel somewhere below -- folding? Transforming? Can Paz shapeshift?

Din stiffens in shock when something hard and long slides against his clothed ass.

“The hell does a droid need a cock for?” he blurts, hands clutched protectively against his stomach.

Paz chuckles, helm tipping down to Din’s neck. Cool beskar kisses his skin and Din shivers. “I’d ask the same of yours for all I doubt you use it.”

Din whimpers at the possessive squeeze of the large hands on his thighs, arching into Paz’s immovable form. The other delights, doing it again, then rocks Din suggestively against his armoured hips.

“I was built to endure,” Paz says, all but a purr in Din’s audial. Din inhales sharply as Paz steps in, firmly pressing him between the stone and that steel wall of muscle. A traitorous shudder of anticipation runs through him. “I’m powered by sources they don’t even make anymore. I’ll march for days without slowing. My fists can break mountains.”

The promise in those claims makes Din’s mouth water. But this is still Paz and he’s annoying, presumptuous, manhandling Din into corners Din never asked for but always fails to refuse….

He growls, pushing against that obnoxious, beautifully-muscled chest, damn him. A flicker of blue between steel sinew stops him, and he stares as Paz moans, the glacial light washing down his form like a wave. He blinks. “Are you glowing from the inside?”

“Nobody’s touched me in years,” Paz sighs, headily.

Din swallows thickly. He watches with fascination as lines that would normally define the edge of muscles light up following the trail of his fingers from lower rib to central abdomen and down, down.... He’s glad he took off his gloves for this.

Reaching between their bodies, Din’s hand closes around an intimidating column of steel, ridged and warm to the touch. He’s not convinced he’s not holding another weapon. The steel thrums under Din’s touch and he drops it in shock, looking down at what he’s dealing with.

He almost regrets looking. He stares.

“Din,” Paz pleads, a rush of air, squeezing his thighs.

Din’s heart skips at the familiar address, but he hastily ignores it. Nobody had touched Paz in years? “It’s very you.” He internally shakes his head, reaching down for the synthetic monster between Paz’s legs. “Did you modify this yourself?”

“No.”

The cock is heavy in his hands. Surprisingly, for the most part, fashioned like a human’s, only the gentlest curve bowing its straight length away from Paz’s body and ending with a blunt, rounded head. That’s where the comparisons end. Din can barely wrap his fingers around the girth at its thinnest point beneath the head and its length nearly meets his forearm. His mind blanks even as the heat between his legs gives a hard throb of interest, imagining the stretch. Already, he’s growing wet.

“Please,” Paz sighs out against him, hips bucking, and Din realises his fingers were playing over the segmented ridges of smooth steel, wondering at their gently flared design.

“What are these for?”

Paz shudders under Din’s firm stroke from root to tip. Din watches with fascination as that glacial shimmer of light follows the path of his hand.

“Nnnh-- i-its for-- it’s-- to clean out t-the seed of any who c-came before.”

Din’s vision narrows and he has to strangle the groan of want in his throat, inner muscles clenching in sympathy. He leans back to search Paz’s visor. What do Paz’s eyes look like beneath that helm? A human’s? Or a droid’s? Will they shutter with his pleasure or burn bright?

“I don’t think you were built for war,” Din concludes.

Paz groans under the next experimental stroke, all but slumping against Din to the wall, that degree of sensitivity in a droid all but confirming Din’s suspicions. He’s so deliciously large and strong, engineered to serve for days without tiring, but Din cannot look past his size.

“And I don’t think you were built for someone like me,” he murmurs.

Paz whines and a steel hand flies up to cup Din’s face. “No, I can-- I was-- please, let me--”

Din snickers at the desperation in his voice. The palm of steel is soothingly cool against his cheek. “Now you tell the truth.”

“I can-- smaller and I can-- slow, I’ll--”

Reducing the typically bombastic Paz Vizsla to broken words of lust was not on Din’s bucket list but it’s a milestone worth having. A hand grips Paz’s shoulder and beskar on beskar rings out as Din knocks their helms together with a growl. Paz startles, disoriented.

“We’re not gentle people, Vizsla,” Din says. I just want you.

Paz is silent for a moment, hand still clutching the side of his buy’ce. “I can,” he stumbles again, and for the first time Din notices the way his voice glitches as one would swallow, “Your hand-- like this--”

“Inside,” Din corrects him, “Like this.” Exactly as you are. Paz’s gaze feels stupefied as Din links hands behind that strong neck, pulling himself up closer until they’re pressed helm to helm, chest to chest, and Din grinds that immense cock between Paz’s belly and his clothed groin, thrilling in the answering full-body shudder up Paz’s frame. “Show me what they built you for.”

///

Din has few regrets in his life. But he does regret they waited so long to discover this.

“Uuuhn-- fu-- ah, ah, aahn!”

Din’s sharp cry of release strangles in his throat, bowed, every muscle taut under the powerful frame ploughing into him. Splayed and pinned with shoulders braced against the wall, his voice cracks in a sob as Paz fucks him through his second orgasm of the hour, every brutal stroke targeted, tireless, and faster than anything an organic could achieve. Faster than most machines.

What is Paz made of?

Head fallen back, Din thrashes, overwhelmed.

Fuck-- fuck-- it’s too good-- too-- much--

Looming over him, a sound of ruin and voracious hunger bleeds into his senses. “Yes, give me more.”

The ceaseless churn of pistons in Paz’s hips is almost drowned by the vulgar smack of steel into wet skin. Din writhes against the hands gripping his hips and wordlessly begs for mercy as Paz stretches him open on that punishing cock, over and over, driving in deeper than Din has ever felt. He keens and wails, and it’s only when his cries climb high and thin, frantic, then mute-- torn through a third release, does Paz slow.

Din had begun to doubt if he would.

Falling limp in that iron hold, Din convulses with aftershocks, chest heaving with sweat, gasping for air like a dying man. He clings to the hands that dwarf him in their grip around his waist. His thighs attempt to close against Paz’s sides with a gurgling moan of overstimulation.

Manda.

He’s not the only one affected.

“Nnnh, look, look at you,” Paz groans hotly, and Din forces his eyes open through sheer force of will, heavy under the weight of sensation. The sight that greets him makes his pounding heart skip a beat.

Between the panels masquerading as muscle in Paz’s chest, the heavy infantryman burns bright lava red. There’s a core to him that wasn’t exposed before, and its searing light glows through every line of muscle definition from his torso, down his abdomen, right through to--

Din groans with mindless lust and paws at his belly, at the immense cock lighting him up on the inside in an amber glow from the raw lips of his cunt to his lower rib cage. Din must be mad. It looks monstrous. Paz is so wide, the light trail suggests Din’s hips are being forced into a new alignment, but all he feels is icy hot bliss.

Vision clearing with slow, heavy blinks, he realises Paz had only managed to bury two-thirds of himself. The pang of disappointment is surprising. He reaches down to try closing a hand around that last third. The angle forces the head of Paz’s cock to glance something deep, spongy and molten inside and he lurches with a shock of sensation.

“Hhhhh you are perfect,” Paz is slurring above him, and Din’s cheeks burn more at the words than the hand closing over his to stroke the glowing line of that cock through Din’s skin.

“Sh-- up.” Din can hardly get the words out, his tongue so thick in his mouth.

Paz is dazed in his fixation. “Lit up… open for me.”

The heavy infantryman gathers him in with hands under his shoulderblades and raises him up, folding Din against his chest, legs thrown wide over his arms. Immediately, gravity forces Din’s weight down on the remainder of Paz’s cock and Din’s jaw drops, expression wrenching in awe as, inside, that molten girth confronts a new barrier.

“But I think you can take it all,” Paz rumbles, sounding more machine than man.

Fear and excitement lash through Din’s mind, but he doesn’t possess the capacity to voice them anymore. Din can, yes he wants to but he’s-- scared, this is--

Hands scrabble at Paz’s pauldrons and his helm thuds against that muscled chest by the fierce glow of Paz’s core, panting wildly. The machine widens its stance, frame curved, bracing Din lower against its hips and Din’s heart thuds in anxious dread at the sound of another shift of metal, stone buckling beneath their feet as Paz grounds them in place. Din keens as those wicked ridges scrape against his wet-hot inner walls on the withdraw, the light show leaving his body one curved segment at a time until only the tip remains inside.

Panic wins out, gripping Din. It won’t fit. “It’s too much.”

“Shhh,” Paz purrs back into him, soothing and undaunted. “I have you.”

The words fall softly, unspooling something secret and dangerous, almost forgotten in Din’s chest; he steals a glance up at the other Mandalorian as that light behind muscled panels flares. Paz surges into him with inexorable force and Din howls, clinging, as the final barrier is breached and Paz hilts himself, impossibly deep.

Din is agony… and ecstasy… he’s going to tremble apart, and he can’t hear a word from the Mandalorian entrapping him:

“You are so beautiful when you cry, Beroya. Maybe you were right… to fear us droids.”

incidentally, in this AU, I do have a theory for who could have built droid Paz Vizsla -- what Mandalorian had resources, a wicked sense of humour and prodigious skills of weapons design?

(yes, Sabine, look upon your creation and despair)

#in medias res #pazdin #paz vizsla #din djarin #the mandalorian #robot paz au #this was meant to be a drabble jfc

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