#could be fem or masc reader js

[bodythieves]

shane mccutcheon x you | cw: intox!makeout, slight fingering?, dirty talk-ish | stoner!shane, neighbor!shane, anxious!reader (is that how i label this shit?)

THIS IS RLY LONG!

okay, okay. let's be honest here: you are not one for change. you are not one to break out of your routine, one to sway from your typical path. no, rather, you are steadfast in every moment of your day, to an absolute t. some of your friends like to tease you until your skin feels hot, and you look down at your feet. you have a google calendar (your lord and savior) and a prescription for an unnamed anxiety medication that you'd-rather-not-talk-about.

and shane. oh, god, shane mccutcheon. shane was your neighbor in a shitty LA apartment, a hairstylist/absolute fucking menace. every other day, she's sitting on the stoop, feet flat on the ground and elbows on her knees, a cigarette dangled between her lips. she'd smile, check you out- go to say something. but you- being you, of course- would quickly swing open the and duck inside.

today was particularly awful for you, though. your therapist had broken up with you. he was moving to a new practice, they didn't accept your insurance, and you had just gotten so comfortable. remember how we made it known that you weren't great with change? the smallest thing could make you itch. make you feel as if you had lost everything, like it all was over. so, understandably, you were having a meltdown inwardly that you couldn't let out until you reached the sanctuary of your one bedroom apartment and closed that manager's-special, white door. except you wouldn't be doing that, no. not now. because you felt your face betray you as you neared the pathway that led to the glass vestibule of the apartment complex. there she was.

"oh, look," she snorts softly through her nostrils, her lips quirking up into a smile upon seeing your own (even if it was microscopic). she had just sat down to smoke as you neared, her lithe frame hunched over as she picked through a paper cigarette pack. "didn't know you were able to do that." tracking shane's movements, your eyes followed the brunette as her slender fingers plucked out a cigarette, and brought it to that smug grin.

"I've smiled at you before." you said this far quicker than you would've liked to. quick enough that shane could tell you were already nervous. your paces brought you to the cement set of steps before the vestibule, the glass reflecting a soft glare from the setting LA sun. as you came closer, you let your gaze drift over her. shaggy brown hair, a charming disposition- definitely was trying to make you laugh. you cleared your throat, then looked back at Shane's cigarette before she lit it. "do you.. care if i bum one of those?"

um, who the fuck is that? why are you asking for a cigarette right now? oh, that’s right. you were being you when faced with uncomfortable amounts of difference in your typical day-to-day life. your therapist dumped you, your job is mundane, your family is incessantly nagging you, your anxiety is never-

“oh?” shane perked up, the filter of her cigarette now between her teeth as she smiled, rather than her lips. dark green eyes sparkled playfully, but her brows pushed up in an attempt to feign sympathy. she could tell you were feeling off today. after all, you were speaking. “yeah, sure, of course,” she said, fingering open the back with her thumb and taking a look. something about shane’s voice sounded so teasing. as if she wanted to sound like she’d take care of you, like she was worried. her left hand moved up to pull the cigarette from her teeth and her tongue darted out to wet the corner of her lip. A small tsk could be heard from her. “mm.. I only got my lucky left. you don’t care to share, do you?”

you were gonna faint. you were gonna fall over, die, cream your fucking pants. yeah, of course, you thought shane was hot before. why else would you avoid her every time she tried to holler at you? you couldn’t handle that. like we established earlier- you’re a hazard when your schedule is disturbed. but now? right here, standing just a couple feet away from a shane, engaging in conversation, breaking your perfectly time-alotted pattern? the thing that kept you distracted from all the shit of your daily experience? you’d never seen anything hotter.

you felt your body begin moving against your will, sitting down beside shane without missing a beat. your feet became brutus, your mind julius, crying why! you too?! you’re betraying me! as you turn and allow the backs of your sneakers to hit the cement step, lowering yourself down. part of it was definitely to show yourself off to shane. at least a little bit. if you were going to deter from your repetitive habits, why not be a little risky? flirt a little? on the other, you just needed to know that another person was real. what better proof is proximity? “yeah, that’s cool,” your voice is quiet as you take in the sight of shane so close and in such pretty light, your nerves absolutely eating at you.

her lighter was lime green and struggled to spark at first. instinctively, you reach out. you cup your hand around the lighter and use your fingers to hide shane’s cigarette. smoke curls from her nose and she pulls her face away, pinching her brows together as the cigarette began to spark. nodding a silent thank you for your assistance. hush sounds of burning paper, then a cloud of smoke, exhaled through the woman’s nose- you begin to forget. why had you never really spoken to her before? why do you avoid interaction like this?

“well,” shane mumbled from the butt of the cigarette, more smoke leaving her nose. “you have a pretty smile.”

you and shane sit in a friendly silence for a moment, but it’s quickly changing. you can feel that shane is checking you out. of course she is- you’re insanely cute. with high features that are just soft enough, making you so easily approachable. if only you weren’t an anxiety attack on legs! taking a glance at her, you can feel your heart pick up motion in your chest, thrumming inside of your work uniform. shane puts her fingers to her lips and pulls the cigarette away with her thumb and forefinger.

“you smoke weed?” you asked her, raising your eyebrow. your fingers moved, taking the cigarette between your own thumb and finger.

“uh,” she said, starting to let out a chuckle. “i mean, yeah. why?”

“you hold it like you’re smoking a joint.”

“hm,” shane smirked a little, letting you take the cigarette from between her fingers. “do you smoke?”

you shrug a little, taking a slow pull from the dart of tobacco, letting the thick smoke hit your throat and sit for a second. it had been a long time since you’d had one, and it always felt so right when you needed it. “sometimes,” you said, still holding your drag in your throat. “gives me bad anxiety on occasion. try to steer away from it.”

“damn,” shane’s green eyes rake over the side of your face, taking in your features as you blew out a faint stream of smoke. “you think this could be one of your sometimes?”

you pass the cigarette back, turning your head slightly to the left so you can look at shane. a sheepish expression crosses your lips and you mull over the thought. but only for a minute.

“yeah. honestly, i could probably use it.” what was a little more change? what was a little more anxiety? at this point, neither could push you any further than you already were. your response to shane’s question caused the brunette to smirk around the filter of the cigarette, and she nodded as she exhaled. you two sat for a few minutes after, sharing the smoke. there weren’t really any words spoken, but the lack of conversation was made up for in exchanged glances. you took a final drag of the cigarette, then dropped it on the ground and used the toe of your shoe to step it out.

simultaneously, you and shane stood on your feet from the stoop of the apartment complex. you looked her over- taking in her tall and dangly frame, hidden beneath a dark gray zip up and loose jeans, hanging from her hips. her shaggy hair was flippy and chopped, a small blonde tuft in the back. she was.. god, she was actually so cute. you looked away for a second, remembering that you were about to join her. upstairs. in her apartment. and smoke weed. with hot cheeks, you turned on your sneaker and moved on to the cement steps, pacing towards the glass door and slipping your key inside. shane’s presence was looming. literally. you felt her come up behind you and grab ahold of the metal frame just above your head, pulling it open wider so you could get in.

christ, you thought. you were betraying everything you knew: routine, mundanity, consistency. to go hang out with your neighbor who brought home new girls every other night, who smoked out the whole complex, who always smiled at you when she saw you. fuck, fuck, fuck- sneakers, both yours and shane’s, lightly thudded on the linoleum steps of the apartment hallway, bouncing off walls. jeez, focus long enough, you were certain you could hear your heartbeat echo back to you. oh, god, oh, god, oh, god- you stand behind shane, she leads you into her apartment. messy, disorganized, totally not you. you are well kept, you are neat, you are- totally about to jump this woman’s bones. you realize this as Shane sits down on her futon, legs spread wide, her lap just begging for you to come sit on it. oh, god. fuck. oh, god, oh-

“fuck,” you breathed out. you’d had to have been holding that in forever, lungs burning and eyes clenched tight. your head fell back on to the arm of shane’s futon and you could’ve sworn that this was all just a dream. that joint was either insanely strong, or you were losing time because of your previously high levels of anxiety and tension. ‘relax’- she had whispered to you, just before this heated session- ‘let me take care of you. i know what i’m doing, swear. only if you want me to.’ of course you wanted to. to deny that would be an absolute lie.

you feel shane’s breath fan against your neck, the sensation warm and all-consuming. her nose pushing against your jaw and nestling below your ear, soft lips brushing along your skin, ringed fingers slipped up your shirt and ghosted her fingers over your naval, teasing gently at a metal piercing that lay in the skin. her smile could be felt against your neck and she reared back, leaning on to the heels of her feet with a playful grin. her eyes sparkled and she pulled the hem of your shirt up with her right hand, then moved her left from the back of the futon. that hand made its sneaky way to your thigh, pushing your knee into the futon’s black fabric.

“that’s cute.”

“yeah?”

“oh, for sure. you.. got another one?”

“no,” you murmur shakily. you suddenly wished you had more. wished you’d succumbed to those thoughts of impulsivity that rushed through your brain when your spiraled out of control. you thought, for a moment, it would’ve made you more attractive. but… it seemed like shane didn’t mind it. she dropped your shirt and brought that right hand to her mouth, running her thumb and forefinger over her chin. her left then took hold of your black slacks, the uniform for your job, her forefinger hooking into a belt loop.

“that’s okay,” she said, looking at you through her lashes, letting her hand fall as she spoke. “you’d look really good with some more.”

you can’t do this any longer you are losing grip now. you shift your hips desperately, the futon squeaking annoyingly beneath you, but you brush it off. your nerves are shot, you’re insanely horny, you need to get this shit out of your system. “shane,” you mumble lowly, trying to get her attention. you succeed.

but first, she cracks that teeth-rotting smile. the one just sweet enough to make your mouth hurt, and sexy enough to make you sick. then, she does it. she leans in again, and you are full on making out. no longer just slowly kissing, clouded in a smoky haze, kisses tasting of resin and cigarettes. her lips are so soft, her fingers nimble and dexterous as they cup the small of your back. she pulls you. up, into a sitting position, and wraps her palm around the nape of your neck to hold you there. the hand that had pulled you shifted once more as shane lay back on to the futon, and you went right with her. she was handling you. not forcibly, no, but gently, enough to just guide you.

and seeking a safety net in your crumbling control, you let her. you slid into position, right in shane’s lap like you’d wanted to be in the first place. perfect. hanging your head low, you pushed down against your neighbor’s lap and felt yourself rush with a specific heat you only experienced when you knew you weren’t supposed to be doing something. foreheads pushed together, lips a breath apart, you closed the gap. your hands brace the sides of shane’s head and your knuckles nearly turn white from how hard you grasp on to the wooden frame.

shane’s kiss is absolutely filthy. she’s licking, drawing your mouth open as if it were a profound cavern she was in dire need to explore, pulling air from your lungs. you aren’t sure how you’re still feeling at this point, but a trace of shane’s touch runs down across your belly button piercing again and pulls at the button of your slacks. expertly, her lips never once stop moving as the plastic black button pops and she teases down your zipper.

you. oh, you have never been so hungry. you were starving. fuck schedules. fuck routine, to hell with repetition. what was it for anyway? to be comfortable? being comfortable never brought you into situations like this. without thinking, one of your hand relents from the frame and rushes to grab shane’s hand, pushing at her wrist so her fingers would cup just above your underwear, palm right over your pubis. you hadn’t shaved in awhile. though you were tidy, you hadn’t had any in awhile. shane liked it though. you could tell based on how she smiles against your mouth.

words no longer suffice. you clench violently around nothing, your need so heavy that you feel your pulse in the depths of your center. shane pulls away only for a moment to gaze into your eyes as she pulls the fabric of your slacks just slightly past your hips. enough to where she can push your underwear to the side and tuck her fingers against your warm skin, and enough to watch you react.

“you..” shane nearly moans out the word. “you’re.. stupid wet right now.” her brows turn up and she parts her lips, leaning forward on to futon so she could be closer to you. her fingers moved. and you’d never felt something so good. silver rings, soft fingertips, hands that knew what they were doing. you shuddered and jerked, nearly squealing as she ran her thumb over your clit. she looked like she was about to worship you. like she was ready to pray to you. she was so adorable, somehow.

“yeah,” there’s hardly anything but desire behind your voice now. “yeah, i.. i told you-“ you grunt and jerk your hips.

just as Shane’s fingers begin to move in circles, your eyes flutter shut and you begin rocking your hips.

“i needed that joint.”

shane hums out a low chuckle and nods her head. her thumb leaves your clit for only a moment. brushing south and rubbing along your entrance, she eases the truth from your lips.

“i hoped it would end with this, too.” you tone was airy, so overwhelmed with need that you could hardly hear yourself speak.

and just like that, how the truth did set you free. shane’s lips met yours and she kissed you so slowly. lips locked passionately, as if she were thirsty and the only refreshing thing was your kiss. her fingers moved back to your clit, stroking and pushing in motions that rounded your hood with horrifying ease. this was too good. this was great. this was perfect.

you were never going to stick to routine ever again.

notes: okay that’s it im done Im so sorry to lead up so much to barely anything at all but. BUT I GOT NERVOUS. ANYWAY HERE’S THIS IM TAGGING @thestarkillers bc ik they love shane the way i do and this is for them ok bai ALSO i wrote the second half of this drunk. enjoy!

[mwahbabe]

chloe x whimsical! reader . ꩜⋆ ˚✩

pairing: chloe price x fem!reader

a/n: idk why tumblr does that annoying fucking thing where i can’t answer but anyway, anon said:

“HII! firstly js wanna say that I absolutely LOVE ur chloe and ellie fics sm ur definitely one of my favorite writers on tumblr rn!! :DD But back to the point, could i request chloe x fem reader who has a very whimsical aesthetic?? Like, she wears funky tights, thrifted clothes and maybe even collects random trinkets n stuff?? THANK UUU!! MWAH <33”

omg you mean it?🥺🥺🥺🥺 that makes me so happy thankyou 😚😚😚 this was so cute and fun to write!

�� chloe thinks your hella fucking cool. like foreal.

𖦹 your style and funky clothes as well as the jewellery and little keychains on your bag were the first thing she noticed when she met you.

𖦹 says you remind her of a forest critter.

𖦹 honestly you fit her vibe so much, the whole thrifted wardrobe, some things you made yourself and how you do your makeup and dress “different” from every other npc in the shitty town.

𖦹 loves the tights, thinks they hella fucking cool, especially the black ones with cool colourful designs on like spider webs or a fake leg tattoo.

𖦹 you’re easy to buy for, because almost everything you own is from thrift shops.

𖦹 she’ll find you things every time she’s out, she’ll spot clothes she thinks you’ll rock, little trinkets to add to your collection and jewlery she knows you’ll love.

𖦹 “this little guy belongs in your room.” she pulls out a little mushroom trinket out of her pocket.

𖦹 “this reminded me of you.” and it’s the most random thing in the world, like a knick knack of a tree with eyes and eyelashes or a little snail that has a shell that opens for a jewlery box. this girl gets you.

𖦹 she may or may not (she will) steal your earrings like the ones that are mini jack daniel bottles or mini ciggarettes.

𖦹 and if you give her anything that you find that reminds you of her best believe she keeps that shit, whatever it is, even if it’s a bottle cap that looks cool.

𖦹 you made her a little tin for her weed, you had decorated it with things that matched her vibe, you even put one of your sylvanian familys in there, a cute dog one, which was a “boy” one because it’s outfit was giving masc lesbian.

𖦹 thrift dates with her all the time! eating at two whales diner afterwards with your bags full of stuff.

𖦹 loves when the two of you get dirty looks in public for how you dress, she just knows you two stepped out.

𖦹 “yeah that girl that looks like a fairy, that’s my girl.” she says with pride.

𖦹 when you convince her to let you do her makeup she tells you “nothing too weird.” but that’s obviously not going to happen.

𖦹 you give her look with blue eyeliner and glitter with white eyeliner on her waterline and she actually fucks with it a little. “yo, thats actually sick. you should do this for a living.” “you should let me do your makeup for often.”

𖦹 you make her life more happy and colourful, being around you makes her feel good.

𖦹 she brags about you to everyone. how cool her girlfriend is. she loves you.

[ilycosy]

bottom luke! bottom luke! bottom luke—

i may be a subbottom but a gal can dream !!! (also my friend eats bottom luke up so :3)

i js know that he'd be such a 50/50 guy tbh !!! ur either getting the sweetest boy ever or the biggest brat ever (headcanons !!!!)

warnings : TLT SPOILERS , afab + amab! reader , pegging , overstim , dacryphilia , creampie , petnames (pretty boy, sweet boy, princess) , daddy & mommy kink , loving sex but also toxic , also YES i feminized luke

afab reader (mommy kink)

୨୧ — he's definitely more on the good boy spectrum with somebody that has a mommy kink, especially if they're on the softer side of it?? he's so whipped and ready to listen

୨୧ — gets super embarrassed though when it's brought up, being the best swordsman at camp he definitely struggles with the need to be dominant or prove himself capable of taking care of you (which he can !! you just like taking care of him more)

୨୧ — ok now onto the actual sex !! he's superr whiny, like im talking high pitched and having to muffle his noises in the bed type whiny. hes constantly out of breath and panting when being prepped, no matter the amount of fingers

୨୧ — he says he prefers smaller straps because they're easier to take but i think he's just a little insecure (that can be fixed w a little bit of talking)

୨୧ — weak at the mfing knees for being called a good boy— "you're such a good boy for mommy!" "good boy, now turn around." "be a good boy for me?" — he's a puddle on the floor now

୨୧ — he definitely gets jealous if he finds out you've pegged others (i said it was a lil toxic !!!) so he ends up with his own toys, mainly out of spite rather than actual concern for germs (also ,, who doesn't love custom stuff ??)

୨୧ — as an apology for the betrayal, he basically begs you to use him (his words not mine) he lowk doesn't want you to stop until he's crying and can't cum anymore. he tries to run off before aftercare and tbh won't accept it due to guilt (unless you join him , like i said , he's toxic)

— afab reader 🤝 amab reader = calling luke pretty boy

amab reader (daddy kink)

୨୧ — different from afab, i think he would lean more on the bratty side. he definitely has issues with accepting men as authority figures (look at his dad) so i think it might take some getting used to being the bottom (esp the sub)

୨୧ — he never talks about it, especially when others could potentially hear. he likes making people believe that he's the dominant one in the relationship even though he's not and both of you know it

୨୧ — actual sex !! he's still super whiny, but he probably tries to hide it a lot more. he chokes up a lot on his own spit from holding it in (dw just force his mouth open !!) but for some reason he seems to like it better that way, being forced to make noise

୨୧ — doesn't really matter how big you are, but he definitely leans more on size queen... !! he tries to hide it but he can't help but buck his hips back onto your cock when it's near

୨୧ — he will never admit it, but being called princess and being treated like he's fragile will always get him going— "cmere princess, come sit." "shh princess, you don't want people to hear do you?" "are you seriously that desperate for daddy's cock princess?" — he's WEAK !!!!

୨୧ — don't ever and i mean ever talk about your sex life in front of others, you don't even need to have slept with people for him to be clawing at your back to make sure you know you're his later !!

୨୧ — he definitely expects you to join his side w the betrayal, he can't fathom putting sm trust and allowing a masc authority figure in his life like that only for you to side w others— he begs and pleads during the hate (or love if you're going w him) fuck for you to cum in him so he has something

★ general note, while i wrote this w fem & masc readers in mind (duh) i think luke doesn't care abt genitals and relies more on terms w how he acts !!! like if you were afab but liked to be called daddy he'd be more bratty & vice versa <3

[ohbabydollie]

you wrote about masc fem reader so well 😵‍💫 what about schlatt with a hyper fem s/o? <3

ofc!

schlatt loves watching you dress up whether it’s 6am or 11pm

he loves watching you apply makeup, especially when it’s very colorful and watches every delicate stroke

he’ll pay for you to get your nails done whether it’s just maintenance and a top coat to a full set with charms

he loves watching your face light up once it’s done and he gives the money to the nail tech

Schlatt loves taking you out and showing you off in general, will find any and every excuse to take you out

loves buying you cute plushies

if you like making crafts he’ll probably use them as decorations

if you get matching jewelry or make him jewelry he’s wearing it constantly

will be pretty upset when it breaks due to wearing it everyday but it’s okay bc u can js make him a new one!!

schlatt will build you a vanity with enough drawers for anything you need and more, making sure it’s cute and just like how you’d like it

schlatt likes doing selfcare days with you and will do them whenever he needs to wind down from his job

he loves doing face masks with you

likes wearing matching outfits you picked out

will admire you for hours on end, just looking at you with love and care

could never get enough of you, ever

[ultr6violnce]

smutty chris kenton hc's!!! <3

a/n: i literally had to make up half of these cuz um i found it so hard to characterize him so if some of these don't feel like they fit him i apologise profusely

okay so i think it's fair to say he'd be fairly inexperienced y'know like he's a virgin so he really luvs when you take him through it or guide him cuz poor boy doesn't know what he's doin :((

he's very into recording sex. like having you as his own cam girl/boy he luvs it sm. like js having u on all fours as profusely pounds you whilst recording it. he gets off on it alot.

he loves receiving head more than giving. he js loves the feelin' of your lips wrapped around his aching cock , taking him as far as you can down your throat.

he is very loud. especially when you give him head like oml. the second u wrap ur pretty lips around the head of his cock , he is filling that room with the loudest moans ever. and he sounds so pretty too :(( his chest would just be rising and falling as loud moans/whimpers spill from his lips and fill the room completely.

feel like he'd be a fan of cuddle fuckin'. like y'know you'd be over at his house and he'd be spooning you on his bed and he'd get a little hard y'know havin' you pressed against him and he'd start of by pressing himself against you and yk grinding against you until he'd finally just begin to fuck you as he has you wrapped in his arms.

he also loves giving u head. (fem!reader): hes so sloppy w it like oml. that boy will be SOAKED from his mouth and down with ur juices from practically burying his face in ur pussy. (masc!reader): he'd also be quite sloppy with it , but he'd make sure he can try n' take ur cock as much as he can yk?? he'd defo gag alot but he'd take as much of it and as sloppily as he wants js to make u happy :3

he loves having hickey's. like when u give him them and just decorate his skin in purple love bites. he'd be so proud of them and would show them off any chance he got , even when his friends were ab he'd probably just walk around shirtless js so they could see the decorated masterpiece you'd created on his skin js to rub it in their faces ab how lucky he is.

he also luvs to jerk off. he just luvs stroking his cock softly and he'd defo be the type to rub his thumb over his tip just make it more intense. n' he'd be so loud. like oml , he'd just be squirming on his bed as he just continuously rubs his thumb over his sensitive and achin tip , making him moan like there's not tomorrow.

he also luvs toys , mainly js simple things like a fleshlight n' maybe a cock ring?? but probably mainly js a fleshlight. like if ur not there and he rlly can't have you , he'll just fuck the shit out of that fleshlight like the world is gonna end.

oh and he cums alot!!! no matter whether he's cummin' inside or painting ur body in it he'd js cum a ton. js thick and big loads of cum would continuously leak from his cock. so ya he defo would cum alot no matter what!!

a/n: HEYYY so this took me quite a while as i was mostly js sat here like a nob wondering what to write but i managed to put this tg n' i rlly hope u like it and it's good enuff cuz i tried my best :(( js let me know if there's anythin i could add next time!! this was hard since i wasn't sure how well to characterize him but i managed to fix this up and this is what came out of it so enjoy!! BAIII :33 <3

[brinasheqrt]

could u do a fic where reader has mommy issues and sabrina comforts her? like, readers mom has trouble accepting that reader js more masc than fem.. (brina and reader are not minors - maybe readers mom could've called her and they fighted and reader got triggered by it)

here you go!

[ralvezfanatic]

Hey so out of curiosity and really no offense, i was wondering why you dont want as an author for women/fem ppl to interact wih your stories?

(I identify as nonbinary and present quite masculine, you neednt worry, again my intention really isnt to invalidate whatever your motivation, i was really just curious because i see this type of disclaimer on a lot of authors posts so i thought id ask)

hi, I dont think your question could rly be seen as offensive so no worries.

uh sorry for such a long answer.. i doubt you expected this.

so I would prefer if women/fem people didn't read my masc reader stories (or at least interact) because i made it specifically for male/masc readers in mind. i write readers with male anatomy, and I'll be writing transmasc/transmen readers too. two things i don't think women can relate to. also things I don't think trans fem would want to read.

saying that as a trans guy, cuz personally I don't always enjoy being reminded of my anatomy and being transfem isn't exactly relatable to me, so i dont see how they might enjoy masc readers. yes some might for some reason but im saying me personally.

also, I feel like I'll usually be writing male characters, so it'll be making it a gay (or queer, whatever you want to call it) couple, and i personally js find it weird, for a woman wanting to read and imagine herself in a gay relationship with a character im writing as queer. also it sort of makes me uncomfortable

oh and also !! honestly, I feel like fem readers get almost everything. its hard to find male readers fics sometimes, or even gn reades fics that dont somehow feminize the reader. usually making them afab, which isn't all that bad but it automatically feels like a fem reader for me. dont get me wrong, i will write afab gn readers but i might masculine them in a way (and honestly its accidental bc i usually only write abt masc characters), that is if the request doesn't specify wanting them completely neutral.

this feels like such a long and complicated explanation, and i feel like i didn't even answer you 😭

basically.. i feel js uncomfortable with women/fem ppl to read my masc reader fics that portray the reader in a queer/gay relationship.

im so sorry if this doesn't answer your question, I'm so bad at explaining things. and i tend to sorta ramble a lot.. even in text loll

[tohisprettyc00l]

Lilith + Transfem!reader

A/n: Trans masc for the male former face of the coven. Trans fem for the female former face of the coven. (That was not on purpose)

You sighed as you looked in the mirror. No matter how hard you tried you couldn't look as "feminine" as you wanted. Your face shape wasn't soft enough. Your chest was obviously flat. Your body was too blocky, the list goes on. You got a sweatshirt despite it being boiling hot outside. First, you put on a T-shirt and a skirt. You grabbed your phone and turned it on. You saw a reminder for a picnic in 30 minutes. You panicked forgetting about the picnic entirely. You quickly grabbed some bread, peanut butter, and jelly. As you made sandwiches.

You heard your phone buzz. The sender read "Lulu." You quickly opened the message. "Greetings, Y/n, are you still coming to the picnic?" You quickly texted back, "Yep just makimg pb&js" "*making" You quickly put the sandwiches in a paper bag.

Soon you arrived at the spot you and Lilith picked out. You saw Litith sitting on a blanket. "Y/n! I'm so glad you could make it." "Of course, why would I miss a chance to hang out with my favorite witch?" You said. Lilith smiled sweetly. You sat down and gave Lilith a pb&j. She took a small bite and smiled. "This is amazing!" "Kind of hard to mess up a peanut butter and jelly sandwich." She rolled her eyes. "I brought apple blood!" Lilith suddenly announced. "Did you steal this from Eda?" You asked "Of course not! I wouldn't bring alcohol to a picnic." "So you'd steal Eda's if it was non-alcoholic." Lilith blushed slightly. "That's not what I meant."

After a while of eating and talking an idea popped into Lilith's head. "Would you like to take a photo?" "I guess, but why?" "Why not?" You chuckled and walked over to take a picture with her. Lilith took the picture and showed it to you "I think it turned out nice!" "Yeah... it does." You said, you felt more specifically she looked nice. Up until right now, you hadn't realized how much more feminine Lilith looked compared to you.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Lilith asked concerned. "Yep!" "Y/n you're not good at lying," Lilith said flatly. "I can't fool you huh? I just haven't been confident in my gender recently." You explained while nervously scratching your arms. "What? Y/n you're as much a girl as me!" "But I have some more masculine features." Lilith thought for a moment. "There is nobody who is fully feminine or masculine whether they are cisgender or not. Even if you are masculine you wouldn't think a cis woman was less of a woman because she's masculine. So why are you holding yourself to different standards, you're both equally women." Lilith said. You smiled, "Thanks, Lily."

A/n: I hope this is an okay depiction of trans women!