#I hate being trans. grins. this is hell I think

[pixlmonkeys]

I loooooove having dreams where I’m forced to have long hair and wear dresses it is so fun and awesome and not mildly distressing at all

[blue-rose-soul]

What are your thoughts if your Devil Bastard AU if Alastor is a female? With Alastor being a woman, what kind of changes you can see with all other Hazbin characters? Will the story be different or will everything stay mostly the same?

Well for one, I think that even if Alastor were a woman - cis, trans, fluid, bi, or something else - nothing about his - her personality would change. Woman Alastor and Man Alastor are very much the same Alastor. Hell, I'm very attached to the idea that as a woman, she would continue to rock old timey suits and trousers (but I also love insanely long hair on characters, so imagine bifauxnen Alastor with hair going down to her ankles). The main thing that would change about Alastor's interactions with other people is how they regard her because, no matter how unbiased any of us thinks we are, we do tend to treat people of different genders in different, small ways we don't even really think about.

I feel like Vaggie would be less hostile towards Alastor on a day to day basis. Honestly, she isn't particularly bad most of the time after their initial meeting in canon, and in this AU they still don't particularly like each other, but there's less arm crossing and glaring in their daily interactions. Sir Pentious is perfectly willing to fight women, clearly, but after moving into the hotel he acts more... I guess gentlemanly towards Alastor? Addressing her as 'my dear' and such, at least until Alastor flashes a toothy grin and icy glare at him. Angel Dust obviously wouldn't proposition this version of Alastor, duh, but he cracks a lot of femdom jokes now. Husk and Niffty still mostly act the same, but with Husk he doesn't shove or poke Alastor when he's annoyed with her. Only Niffty's interactions with Alastor are 100% unchanged.

But the first major departure from canon comes with Lucifer's introduction. As a woman, the traits Alastor shares in common with her mother are much more apparent. Lucifer takes one look at her, realizes she looks like someone he knew, but at the same time not, and tentatively asks...

L: Nicaise? A: [Painful neck snap and glare.] A: How do you know my mother's name? L: Your... hunh!? C: Dad, what's going on? Do you know Alastor?

Lucifer is able to put two and two together much more quickly in this scenario.

Now, Alastor still hates Lucifer on sight, but like her canon counterpart, she doesn't do anything beyond needling Lucifer a bit, trying to provoke him into starting the fight. However, since her method of doing so is mainly by drawing attention to his shortcomings as a parent, Lucifer misinterprets this as her already knowing about their relationship and doesn't take the bait. At least, not in the way she expects, much to her confusion. After reconciling with Charlie, Lucifer turns to Alastor.

Alastor's first thought is that she'd gotten to Lucifer after all and he's going to make her suffer for the insolent jabs. She braces herself for a fight...

Only for Lucifer to apologize to her. He didn't know Nicaise was pregnant, he barely even remembered anything that happened after they went to her house together! And of course, if he'd known he would have stayed, would have made sure that she and their daughter were taken care of-

Alastor is like a deer in headlights while Angel Dust and Husk promptly choke on their popcorn.

The rest of the group bursting out into frantic questions makes Lucifer realize that he maybe should have picked a better time and place. Especially when Alastor steps back and then vanishes into a puddle of shadows. Before he has a chance to process the fact that his youngest daughter just ran away from him, his oldest daughter grabs him by the shoulders, looks him in the eyes, and shouts:

"Dad, what the fuck!?"

[raz-writes-the-thing]

That Smile

Negan x TransMale!Reader (GN pronouns)

Synopsis: Negan offers some very Negan-esque support when he discovers that the Reader has had to deal with some transphobic issues at the Sanctuary.

CW: transphobia, no slurs used, Negan being very Negan, Negan being suggestive (as per usual), no pronouns used for the Reader though it is specified that they are trans male.

Requests are: OPEN

“Oh, fuck,” Negan says, looking almost like he’s about to panic. Which is decidedly not a common occurrence for him. “Shit, handsome- I didn’t mean it. I was just breaking your balls a little bit.” 

You might have made a mistake here. Of all the people you could have screamed at- the leader of the Sanctuary was probably not the smartest choice. Oh, but you just couldn’t help it. 

Not everyone stared, and not everyone was rude. There was pockets of kindness here and there- people who understood who you were and respected you for who you were. 

As always, though, there were people who did not understand. People who looked at you weird or avoided you in the market. Negan had set out rules for basic respect, but that didn’t stop the occasional hate-speech or threat. It was the end of the world, after all, not Utopia. 

“You have no idea what this is like, Negan,” you say with a sneer. He sets his jaw but doesn’t reply, letting you vent. “Every day someone makes a comment just loud enough that I can hear, or someone shoves into my shoulder. Or, hell, just the other day- someone called me something that was… absolutely vile.” 

You point an accusatory finger at the man, whose gaze is getting darker with anger by the second. 

“And you!” You start to raise your voice, and Negan’s lips twitch as if he’s trying not to grin. “You let it happen. And I am so sick of everyone’s fucking shit!” 

Negan rubs a gloved hand over his chin, chuckling darkly as he does so. 

“You done, gorgeous?” He asks, or tells, really. There’s no room for argument with the way he unclenches his jaw. “Because I have something to say, and you? You are gonna listen.” 

Negan places Lucille carefully leaned against the table before rounding it to stand before you. You swallow thickly, not sure where this is going, but not sure you like it either. 

“I need you,” he says slowly while raising a finger to brush your temple softly. “To cast your big ‘ol brain back a few days and really think about what I’m about to ask you.” 

You stumble over a few attempts at speech before he shushes you softly. 

“The fuckhead that broke the rules? Called you something he really shouldn’t have…” His eyes flit between yours, lips spreading out into a grin that would send molten heat through a celibacy-practicing nun. “...when did you see him last?”

You let out a little ‘uh’ sound, trying to order your brain to stop tumbling around and work out the answer. It had been three days since the slur, and… now that you were really thinking about it. You hadn’t seen him since. Usually he was always lurking around to get another shot in.

The realisation must have shown on your face, because Negan let out a throaty chuckle. 

“See? Now you’re gettin’ it,” he says, leaning back against the table and crossing his arms. “Now, I know you wouldn’t want me killing anyone, so, don’t worry. He’s not dead.” You bit back the sarcastic comment that threatened to spill out.

Negan runs his tongue over his bottom lip as if savouring something very sweet. Your eyes track the movement, and you know he knows it.

“But that doesn’t mean he’s having a good time, either.” 

“What did you, uh, do to him?” You ask, voice breathy with desire. No one had defended you quite like this before. And if you didn’t know any better, you’d think Negan was flirting with you just to make a point. 

But it had been like this for months. Negan putting on all the charm when you were around, and doing his damndest to get you to open up to him. He didn’t care that you were trans, he liked you for you. 

You liked him too, of course. How could you not? Big strapping man with big dick energy, a leather jacket and a phallic bat? What wasn’t to love? 

“Oh, you know,” he chuckled. “Threw him the hole for a few days. Shit, I think he’s still in there.” 

You stifled a smile, knowing that the asshole was now suffering for his crimes. Well, shit- turns out Negan did give a shit about your rights. It was almost like he was an active protestor for Trans Rights. The thought made you laugh.

“I’ll have to make a trip down there to see if he’s learned his lesson yet.” 

This time you can’t bite back the smile, and he draws out an appreciative noise. 

“Oh, there he is,” he brushes your chin with his thumb. “There’s that handsome smile. Fuck, you really turn me on, you know that?” 

Your grin splits wider and blood rises to your cheeks. 

“I’m serious!” He defends himself. “My dick is so hard right now- I could cut diamonds.”

You role your eyes at his theatrics, but he knows that you enjoy his crude comments. He knows you want him. His gaze softens for a moment, and the sincerity you see there almost makes you melt. 

“No more hiding things from me,” he says. “Something happens- someone breaks the rules? You come find me.” Negan lets out a huff of a sigh, caressing your jaw now. 

“Can’t have my handsome man upset, can we? I just live for that smile.”  

You don’t even notice the grin spreading across your lips this time. 

“Yeah, that’s the one…”

[anonymous-pregnant-boy]

Just found your blog and hate I hadn't heard about it sooner! Trans Men being pregnant and giving birth is just so painfully sexy and amazing and I'm always so excited to hear about it. And especially someone who has a pregnancy and birth kink, even this far in, it just has me... 🫠🥴

I don't think you know how much power you have to make everyone's day. Even tiny updates day of, like "it's happening very soon" or even

"pushing"

Would explode people's minds (amongst other things~) I'm so glad you're sharing this experience, it's so amazing. And most of all I'm glad you're enjoying it, indulging in it. ❤️

I'm glad ya found me and I'm glad you're enjoying me barking about my experiences!

*blushes* That kind of thing makes me really, really happy to hear, haha. I love making people feel good like that, and I know it's a thing my mate thought/hoped would happen if I started writing about what it was like on here.

I really REALLY hope to be able to give SOME kind of a play by play when it happens, too. *grin* Obviously no promises, and/or I might hand my mate my phone and make sure it's logged in here or something like that. It'd be hot as hell to have that record of it happening.

Feel free to DM if you ever wanna say hi ^_^

[mystk]

Evil’s Hero

Chapter one!! (More to come soon)

Made in collaboration with @urfavcalli

18+ Only.

English isn't our first language

🌙 = Muzans POV

☀️= GN insert POV

🕰️= Flashback

(Contains; hurt/comfort, slight gore, physical torture, basements (scary), kidnapping, savior complex, waterboarding, sedation, non-consensual sedation, cigarette burns,

Trans-male Muzan, threesome, praise kink, co-dependent Muzan, Hero complex, Muzan is just a little fella, flashbacks, hydrophobia, electrocution, shock collars, comfort sex.)

Kink warning: Torture, Pet play, Bondage, Asphyxiation, Degradation, Praise, Slight Waterboarding, Kidnapping, Collar, Non-con, Cage, Burning, Whipping, Threesome, Femdom, Humiliation, Cockwarming, Aftercare, Punishments.

Couple; GN reader / Muzan / Female BC we love a good femdom

(None of these things are endorsed by us! We do not write this in a kinky way, this is just being used as a base for the whole “mentally broken” aspect.)

Two people simultaneously wrote this please untwist your panties and don't comment hate!! 🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡

🌙

I’m only vaguely aware of how badly my body aches, the sticky feeling of blood on my skin.

My mind is fuzzy, and I can barely keep my eyes open.

Something in the back of my head is telling me to run, some primal instinct that keeps warning me about danger approaching.

But why should I care? I'm so tired. It couldn't hurt to just close my eyes for a second, could it?

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☀️

I glance back, watching my girlfriend put a bullet through that sick-fucks head. We’ve been on his trail for months now, and I'm just glad we can go back home now. She turns and grins at me “I got the final blow, you're cooking dinner tonight!”. I fake scowl, ruffling her hair and laughing.

And then we hear it, well, she hears it. A small sniffling noise penetrates the silence of the kitchen.

She grimaces and looks at me.

“Sounds like another one of his victims in the basement.”, She sighs. I glance towards what I assume is the basement door and approach it, stopped only by her hand on my shoulder. “We don't know what's down there.”. I grin, looking back at her; “We won't till we go look!”. I shout, and open the door.

The stairs are creaky, but the noise has silenced.

I'm hardly halfway down the stairs when I see it, barreling down the rest of the flight to kneel by his side, as my girlfriend approaches us.

“Fuckin’ hell.” She mutters, looking horrified.

I'm quick to pry open his eyes, staring at the blown-out pupils with a grimace. “He’s alive, just sedated.” I inform her, a relieved look on her face.

“Poor thing.” she tuts, brushing a bloody, matted, black strand of hair out of his face.

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🌙

I wake up in somebody's arms. He hasn't taken me out of the basement before so it's a tad bit surprising. I don't have the energy to fight him, though.

It's embarrassing really, I didn't even notice I was crying till I felt some of the dirt on my face dampen.

I hear water running. Wait- running water ?

I know it's futile deep down, but I do my best to get out of his grip, screaming (As loud as my damaged vocal chords let me, anyways), and desperately trying to wiggle out of his strong grip.

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☀️

I try my best to hold him still gently. “Hey buddy, it's okay.”. I'm not the best at soothing people but I'm trying.

“Sir? PLEASE I'VE BEEN GOOD-” His voice is high and panicked; I cringe, thinking about what it could mean.

“Hey, it's okay- you're okay.” I try my best to be soothing but it only seems to add to his panic, he kicks and screams and fucking bites me.

This kid has a death grip on me. He won’t let go for anything. “Hey! Let him fucking go!” my girlfriend screams while she tries to wrestle him off of me.

When she finally pins him down, he keeps thrashing around on the tile, struggling with what was left of his strength to get free from her grasp, ‘’Jesus christ, calm down kiddo-’’ it takes him a second, but he pauses looking around as his eyes widen. ‘’W-wha- who are you.’’ His voice is quiet and timid, but endearing in its own way. She sighs, loosening her grip on him. ‘’You’re safe, he’s dead.’’

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🌙

Dead?

Dead?

Dead?

For a second, everything is blissful, the idea of that sick fuck being dead running through my head over and over again.

He’s DEAD

Does this mean I can go home?

Am I free?

My head feels clear for the first time in months, the numbing fog disappearing from my brain.

I look at the woman holding me down, blinking away tears as my eyes focus-

‘’My name’s [name]’’ she sighs, letting go of me.

The person holding me earlier grimaces, offering a hand to me.

“And my name’s [name]” the other man says, while checking the bath’s temperature. “I think it’s ready for you, kiddo.”.

My eyes go wide when I realize he wants me to take a bath. Before he can say anything else, I sprint out of the bathroom and down a hallway. I immediately get lost, and start checking door handles, looking for an unlocked room.

I hear yelling coming from the bathroom. I think they’re arguing. As soon as I hear a door click open, I run inside and quickly shut the door. Then, I scan my surroundings, looking for a place to hide.

As I hear footsteps get closer to where I am, I start to panic, and the memories come flooding back to me

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Two months ago

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🌙🕰️

‘’Just fucking- GOD!’’ he curses, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me back by it- I know I'm crying, but I'm beyond the point of being ashamed of it.

He glares at me and I know ive made a mistake,- ‘’You fucking bitch I was going to go easy on you.’’ he’s yelling in my face and I’m sobbing but- of course he doesn’t care, he’d have to be able to feel for him to care.

He grabs the back of my neck, pushing me into the far too hot water.

And he holds me under the water.

Then I feel it. The electric shocks in the water. He’s starting on a medium voltage, but keeps turning it up after each shock. I’m going to die, I think.

I’m trying to wiggle out of his grip, but there’s no use. My panic rises every second I'm held under the water, my oxygen rapidly depleting.

But before my mind can even start thinking of worst case scenarios, he yanks me out of the water. I stumble back and hit my head on the concrete.

“STOP WIGGLING AROUND YOU USELESS SLUT- Actually, I have a better idea. I’ll make sure you can’t move around.”. He reaches into his drawer and grabs-

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☀️

It takes a second to break down the door, I cringe internally seeing the smaller man curled up on the floor, bawling his eyes out.

‘’Jesus- it's alright kiddo.’’ [name] Soothes, gently cradling him in her arms.

I don’t know why, but I feel a spark of envy ignite within me upon seeing how she cradles him. I do my best to squash it- feeling stupid for even considering being jealous of him. I know she loves me, but I still feel insecure at the sight of her coddling another man.

Soon enough, we’re all back in the bathroom, sitting on the floor beside the bath. The boy is only in his boxers, eyeing the water with a worried look.

She’s staring wide-eyed at the scars and bruises covering his body, her eyes giving away the guilt she feels at not being here sooner- at not being able to save him some of the pain, despite how hard she tries to keep her expression blank.

I can’t even begin to imagine how he got half of the injuries on his body, they’re so intense it's terrifying to see. I’m mad at myself for being jealous of him, realizing now that he didn't even want to be touched- let alone held in the moment.

[ryethebrokengae]

Just thinking about Price walking into the base kitchen in the middle of the night to find you{Trans masc, post T and top chop reader} dancing to Closer by NIN[This shits gonna be nasty, enjoy]:

You were making yourself a snack, not being able to sleep. You put on your play list while moving around the kitchen to gather the things needed to make yourself pancakes.

One of your favorite songs, Closer by nine inch nails, came on and you started moving your head to the beat.

Once the first verse came on you started moving the rest of your body with the music.

'You let me violate you,

You let me desecrate you,

You let me penetrate you,

You let me complicate you'

You move your hips to it, spinning around while putting together the dry ingredients. While jamming out you didn't notice Price leaning against the door jam to watch you.

'(Help me) I broke apart my insides,

(Help me) I've got no soul to sell

(Help me) the only thing that works for me

Help me get away from myself'

You mix the wet ingredients into the bowl while head banging to the beat. Mouthing along with the words, twisting your torso in time with the words.

Unknowingly giving Price a great show of your ass.

'I wanna fuck you like an animal,

I wanna feel you from the inside,

I wanna fuck you like an animal,

My whole existence is flawed,

You get me closer to god'

Once the song gets to the chorus you're full on dancing. Head banging with your eyes closed, spinning in a slow circle while you roll your hips back and forth. Left hip moving back while the right one moves forward.

'You can have my isolation'

You suddenly feel Price's hands on your hips while you're turned to face the counter again. Suddenly stopping your dancing.

'You can have the hate that it brings'

You feel Price's lips on your neck, kissing you slowly. Whispering into your skin.

"Don't let me stop you."

'You can have my absence of faith'

You grin to yourself, resuming the motions of your hips. Now purposely rolling your ass back into his hips. Feeling him almost growl into your neck. His hold on your hips tightening, but not restricting your movement.

'You can have my everything'

Price suddenly shoves your torso to be pressed to the counter. Impatiently pushing away the ingredients you had laid out.

You let out a small squeak at his shove, teasingly shaking your ass against him.

'(Help me) tear down my reason,

(Help me) it's your sex I can smell,

(Help me) you make me perfect,

Help me become somebody else'

Price leans over you, nipping at your neck. A rumble coming from his chest in warning.

His fingers hooking in the waist band of your sweat pants, pulling them just past your ass.

Price let's out a groan at seeing you're not wearing any boxers. Running his thumb along the very inside of your thigh, enamored by how wet you are already.

"Fuckin' hell, Sargent." He whispers out, quickly shoving a single finger down to the third knuckle inside of you.

'I wanna fuck you like an animal'

You let out a yelp at the sudden intrusion. Quickly recovering from the surprise. Pressing yourself further against him. Head landing on your arms resting on the counter. You let out a loud moan.

'I wanna feel you from the inside'

Price hooks his finger inside of you, feeling your walls until he brushes against your g-spot. Causing you to buck your hips back, releasing a pathetic moan.

Price is barely hanging onto his self control. Quickly removing his finger from you. Shushing the whine that leaves your lips. Unbuckling his pants, and pushing his boxers down just enough to let his cock slap against his stomach. Resting the hard length on your ass, rubbing the underside along your pussy. Collecting your wetness.

'I wanna fuck you like an animal'

You feel Price pull back slightly, the weight of his hard cock no longer resting on you.

When you feel the tip of him pressed against the entrance to your cunt. Pushing himself forward until just the tip is in.

You let out a loud whine at the stretch, hips twitching down. Unconsciously rolling your hips down.

You hear Price groan in unison with your whine. Hand running along your spine, pushing your shirt up with it. Fingers pressing into your skin, short nails gently scraping your skin.

'My whole existence is flawed,

You get me closer to god'

At the end of the second chorus Price thrusts forward, filling you completely. His head falls back, panting slightly.

Your hands in the counter grasping, trying to find anything to hold onto. Panting harshly, cunt clenching around him once. Causing him to thrust forward again, pulling a small scream from you.

As the instrumental portion of the song plays Price pulls back and starts a good, harsh pace of fucking into you. Hands on your hips, gripping so hard you can nearly feel the bruises forming already.

Every few thrusts a whiney moan falls out of your mouth, face hidden in your arms. Price tut's behind you, grabbing your hair.

'Through every forest'

"I don't think so." He pulls your head back, forcing you to arch your back.

You moan loudly, clenching around his cock once more.

'Above the trees,

Within my stomach,

Scraped off my knees'

You hear a restrained groan fall from Price's lips. Thrusting forward harshly three more times, before you feel him start to fill you.

'I drink the honey'

You can feel the sheen of sweat cool on your skin. Clenching around him again purposefully.

He lets out a strangled moan, grip on your hips tightening.

"S-stop that" The Captain grunts out.

'Inside your hive'

You feel Price lean back, pulling out of you slowly. You let out a whine at the sensitivity. Pussy clenching unconsciously once he's fully pulled out. Causing drops of him to leak out of you, slowly dripping down the inside of your thigh.

'You are the reason'

Price chuckles breathlessly, squeezing your ass once last time before gently pulling your sweatpants back up over your hips. Cum most definitely staining the crotch of them.

You hear Price put himself back in his boxers. Before rebuckling his pants, while you catch your breath. He rubs your back through your shirt, leaning forwards to press a kiss to the back of your neck.

'I stay alive'

"Looks like you're gonna need new pancake mix." He whispers into your ear.

You turn your head to find you had spilled all of your pancake mix on the counter during your 'activities'. Somehow only getting a few drops on your skin.

You groan in frustration, dropping your head onto the counter again.

Price chuckles. Rubbing your back again, before you no longer feel him behind you. Peaking your eyes open you see Price grabbing paper towels to wipe up the mess.

You push yourself off of the counter to help him clean up. But he tut's at you, shaking his head.

"No no, you just sit there for me. I've got this." He says, picking you up to sit you on the counter. Pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek.

You feel yourself flush watching your Captain clean up spilt batter, then re-gathering the ingredients to make a new batch. His eyes moving from the task at hand and back to you all the while.

&A/n: I'm still working on the Simon Riley smut, but I thought of this in the middle of the night while I was making myself a pancake XD.

And pretend the song isn't just 6 minutes lmaooo

[wundergeek]

New FFXIV fic: Research: the Most Fun a Catboy Can Have Without Taking off His Clothes

Length: 2 chapters, 8.5K words total Alisaie (trans) / G'raha (trans) / Warrior of Light (non-binary) (Eventual) very smutty smut As always: (1) I don't care what the devs say, Alisaie is absolutely not 16. By 5.3, she'd be about 23. (2) In a world where no one is explicitly gay or trans, that means anyone can be.

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Alisaie shifted and looked down at her hands. "I had several classes with Raha at the Studium, but we were never anything other than friends there. At that point, he still thought his precious Allagans could do no wrong, and he spent all his time with a nose in a book while I was always skipping classes. Then, when we met again in the First, he'd been the Exarch too long, and he was so paranoid and secretive. Not to mention the way he was always manipulating everyone around him."

"He had to," I felt obliged to point out. "The stakes were too high."

"They were," Alisaie acknowledged, then took a deep breath. "But this new Raha..." Her voice trailed off, and she shook her head, obviously unsure how to finish the sentence.

"He's like a fusion," I offered. "With the best qualities of both of the previous versions."

"Yes!" Alisaie's eyes flashed with relief as she looked up to meet my gaze. "He's... he's experienced. Confident. Not so desperately, irritatingly eager to prove himself, because he's already done it! And being able to set down the Exarch's mantle has made him so much more open and... trusting. He believes in everyone, and trusts people to do what they're good at." She sighed and scrubbed a hand over her face. "Hells, I don't think I'm doing a good job of explaining it."

"Believe me, I get it," I said, putting my hand over one of hers. "The new G'raha is walking competence porn."

Completely caught off guard, Alisaie burst out into loud peals of cackling laughter. Finally, she was able to wrestle back some control and gave me a conspiratorial grin as she wiped her eyes. "So what would you think of maybe making our V into a triangle?"

I grinned. "It would make my life a lot easier, honestly. It's been a bit awkward trying to juggle separate one-on-one time with everything that's been going on." I paused and leaned forward as I lowered my voice. "And assuming he's on board with it, I'd love to see that pretty cock of yours in his mouth while I fuck him."

Alisaie actually blushed. "So how should I... you know. Talk to him?"

"Wow," I drawled, grinning teasingly. "Look at you not marching up to him and flat out demanding to get your mouth on his junk. You must have it really bad."

"Shut up, you," she growled, turning an even brighter shade of red.

I widened my eyes innocently. "I thought you were looking for advice?"

There was a loud thunk as Alisaie banged her forehead on the table. "I hate you. I hate you so much."

"Too bad. Guess I'll just keep him to myself then."

Alisaie lifted her head and glared at me in a way that promised I would absolutely pay for this later. "Fine. Please. Give me some advice."

I smirked. "Offer to help him do research."

It was a struggle not to laugh at the dismay on her face. "I hate research."

"So do I. And yet, my advice stands."

Alisaie scowled at me suspiciously.

"You'll get to impress him with how many books you can carry," I teased.

"You're holding out on me," Alisaie hissed, poking me hard in the shoulder. "What aren't you telling me?"

I leaned forward and held her gaze as I dropped my voice to a whisper. "He always gets horny when he's really onto some hot bit of research, and he claims that getting fucked helps him put the pieces together faster."

Alisaie's face lit up like a Starlight Tree. "Really," she breathed.

"Oh yeah," I whispered back. "It sounds wild, but several times now I've fucked him over his desk, and then he's filled an entire blackboard with notes. Clearly something about it works for him. So I help fetch and carry the books he needs, which saves him time, and I bring something to work on when he doesn't need me. After a few hours, he starts babbling about something it would take three Doctorates to follow, and that's usually about when he starts begging me to fuck him."

Alisaie's was practically salivating by the time I finished. "How do I get myself invited to one of these sessions?" she asked, enthralled.

Read the whole thing on AO3

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

Yall seemed to like the FlouiGov idea, so I'm writing it :3 Also Penn is an asshole (but we knew this already).

(@simpyfrog angy Loui ✨)

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Florida, Gov, and Louisiana were all relaxing in the Pelican State's room in a makeshift pile of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals. Florida was leaned up against the wall with Gov snuggled into his side, and Loui's head was in Gov's and Gov was gently playing with Loui's hair. The two Southern states were lost in their conversations, and Gov sat there and listened lovingly. It was overall a very peaceful atmosphere.

Gov had no idea how he had landed someone as beautiful as Louisiana, and as handsome as Florida, but he wasn't complaining. He loved them both, very much. And he was pretty sure they loved him. He loved how Florida could be chaotic and reckless and go burn something to the ground for the hell of it, but also be sweet and caring and loving and calm in his own Florida-Man ways. He loved how absolutely carefree and friendly and laid back and loving and adorable Louisiana was, and how one look into Loui's oh so beautiful eyes could melt away all of his problems. Was that sappy as sh*t? Yea, but Gov didn't care. It was all true. He was head-over-heels for the two southerners, and nothing could change that. Pretty much everybody knew as well. Everybody except.... Pennsylvania.

He hasn't told his father about his relationship, and honestly part of him didn't want to. PA wasn't necessarily abusive, but he had neglected Gov pretty much all his life, only paying actual attention to him when it came to work or if Gov did something wrong. And he clearly favored IDC, Gov's sister, more. When Gov came out as trans and bisexual, Penn was all like "Okay yea whatever that's fine", but when Itsy (IDC. I saw a hc about this being the nickname Gov gave her cuz he couldn't say her name properly when he was younger, and I ran a f*cking marathon with it-) came out as a lesbian, he made a much bigger deal about it. Honestly Gov wanted nothing more than at least his father's attention and approval, but not just during work. But he would also feel pretty bad if he told everyone except the man that raised him. PA was still his father.

"Hey guys?"

"Yea Mi/Mon Amor/Amour?" the two southerners responded.

"I think I want to tell Pennsylvania about us." Gov said.

"I'm fine wit' dat." Loui said, smiling.

"Yea same."

"I'm just.... Scared." Gov said.

"Of what Mon Amour?" Loui asked with a concerned expression.

"Of what he'll say."

"Ain't he datin' Mass and Mary tho? I don't think he'll care about you datin' us, sha "

"No no no- I don't mean that...." Gov said.

"Then what do you mean, amor?" Florida asked, giving Gov a little peck on the cheek.

"It's just- I don't think he'll appreciate me being in relationship. He wants me to focus on the work of being the personification of the federal government." Gov said with a bit of sadness in his voice and eyes.

Loui sat up and instantly wrapped Gov in a koala hug. Gov was a tad bit surprised at first, but he eventually hugged back and melted into the hug and allowed a few tears to roll down his cheeks. He sighed contently when he felt Florida wrap his arms around the two of them.

"Listen Amor, you don't have to tell PA if you don't want to. But if you do, and he says something bad, I will send the meth gators." Florida said with his signature Florida-Man chuckle and smile.

"Ohohoho god-" Gov laughed.

"I won't send anything but my fist to that connard's smug ass face." Loui said with the wild grin and look in his eyes that the two taller states adored so much.

"Please don't do that!!" Gov exclaimed with a small sigh. He would hate to have to TRY to break up a fight between PA and Louisiana. He knew damn well that if Loui threw a punch, PA would fight him. And probably hurt him really bad. Ofc tho, the other way around would be pretty bad as well. They were both very experienced fighters, and were pretty damn good at fighting.

"I can't make any promises, sha~"

"Oh dear...."

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Gov walked into the kitchen with Loui and Florida not far behind him. He saw PA standing there, leaning against the counter with his phone, and Mass, Texas, and NY were sitting in the living room.

Gov sighed as he walked up to his father, fidgeting with his fingers nervously. "Hey Da- I mean Pennsylvania?"

PA looked up from his phone. "Whaddya want?"

Gov actually debated turning around and running back to his room, but he decided that he might as well just get it over with.

"I'm.... Currently in a relationship... With someone. Well- two someones." Gov said.

"You shouldn't do that. You are the personification of the US government, and you need to focus on your work. Not a relationship." PA said, sounding annoyed. Ehhhh Gov didn't like that.

"I-I-I-I know, but-"

PA interrupted him. "No buts, I said what I said." He tried his best to ignore the hurt look in Gov's eyes. He hates seeing Gov sad, but he never did anything about it when it happened.

And oh boy did Louisiana not like that answer. He stepped up and stood in front of Gov in an almost protective manner, despite Florida's efforts to stop him. "Oh hell nah- Who da hell do ya think you are to tell im' what he can an' cant do wit' his own life?"

"Why tf does it matta' to you bud?" Penn asked.

"Cuz that's ma' damn partner yer talkin' to right dere'." Loui said, glaring into the taller state's soul. He can sense some slight fear stirring in Pennsylvania. Good. Very good.

"Well I'm his father, if ya must know."

"Oh yea I know. I know this very well. And by da way, he's a grown ass man and he can make his own life decisions." said the Pelican State.

"W-well I don't give a f*CK that he's a grown man, I'm still his father and what I say goes." PA said, mentally cursing himself for stuttering. He didn't know why he was a tad bit afraid of Louisiana right now, but he was. He noticed that his bf and the other two states in the living room, were watching now.

"His father? Y'know, ya don't seem like much of a father, Pennsylvania. Especially considering you literally paid little to no attention to him growing up. You were never f*ckin' dere' for im', ya only really interacted with him if he made even the smallest of mistakes. It doesn't really seem like you're a father, you're more like just a overwhelming shadow that looms over him to do nothing but instruct him as if he ain't a damn living being too." Louisiana said with an amount of malice and anger that left everybody present in mild shock (even Alaska, who had "just stepped out to get a drink"). Everybody was used to Loui being really really nice and friendly and laid back. He never got angry. But oh boy was it sure as hell scary. And yet, PA then had the audacity to slap the smaller across that face and start speaking again:

"I think that if you knew any better, you would shut your mouth and let me parent my kid."

And at the same time, Florida rushed over had grabbed Loui's face, running his thumb over where PA had slapped him and asking if he was okay. He kinda expected Loui to be crying a little bit, but at the same time he was not surprised by the dangerous look in the smaller's eyes and the bloody grin on his face. Well shi-

Next thing they knew, Louisiana landed a good hard punch across PA's face, which sent him back a bit. He waited until PA regained his composure to scratch him across the face with his claws, leaving a nasty bleeding gash on the older's cheek. He whimpered a bit in pain when the older retaliated by punching him in the ribs and threw him to the ground.

PA started to walk away, thinking he had won, but then he felt himself get tackled to the ground by something smaller and grunted a bit. He flipped around just in time to see Louisiana draw back his fist and punch him again, he time surely breaking his nose, based in the loud crack and wave of pain that shot through his face.

The other state's saw this is a good time to butt in. Alaska was the brave soul that quickly walked over and managed to pry a very pissed of Louisiana off of PA, who was roughly pulled to his feet by Texas and Massachusetts.

"Cmon Alaska! I wasn't done with him!!" Loui said, struggling in Alaska's hold.

"Jesus Christ- you broke his damn nose- stop squirming- I think that's more than enough, little guy." Alaska said,chuckling a bit at the smaller's craving for further violence. He set down Louisiana but kept a firm grip on his shoulders so that he couldnt get away.

Florida and Gov ran over to where Alaska was holding Loui captive. Florida instantly wrapped the Pelican State in a hug and Gov checked him over for any serious injuries. Aside from a bloody lip and some possibly bruised ribs, Loui seemed to be okay.

How? Gov didn't know. Normally those that got into a fight with PA would be in worse condition, but in this case, PA was the one that was in worse shape than his opponent.

"Uh- Thanks Alaska. For prying him off my father." Gov said, looking up at Alaska with a partially forced smile.

"Whatever. It's no big deal. Here you can have your feral cat back, I'm gonna go back to the wilderness." Alaska said, letting go of the Pelican State. 'Hehe wait til Hawaii hears about this sh*t!' he thought to himself before walking back to the garage.

The three states walked over to where NY was sitting in the living room.

"Ya good Swamp-For-Brains?" New York asked Louisiana, not looking up from his book.

"Ofc sha. Can't say the same for PA tho." Loui responded, gesturing towards where PA was with Texas and Mass. Texas was patching up the older whilst Mass was lecturing him on how stupid his actions were.

York turned around and laughed a bit at the sight. "Moron shoulda kept his mouth shut and his hands to imself'."

"Exactly." Loui said, smiling proudly.

"I also got that sh*t on video for entertainment purposes if any of you morons want it." York said.

"Yea sure." Said everybody....

=====================@freshwolfprofessoreggs hehe PA finally got punched :) =====================

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Character Intro: Quincy, Devilspawn

Name: Quincy Marks | Species: Demon | Homeland: Hell | Sexuality: Pansexual | Book: (Demon) Hunting for Love | Picrew | Pinterest

Quincy is a hedonist, through and through. He finds great joy in doing exactly what he wants when he wants, whether that’s watching ridiculous demon hunting shows while drinking cognac or hosting a demon hunting show so he can play a long con on the other host.

It’s only when he falls in love with said co-host that Quincy seriously considers if this was a good idea or not. 

Backstory

Growing up in Hell isn’t exactly easy when you’re the Devil’s son, despite what other demons may think. Quincy’s had a target on his back ever since he was a little boy. Quincy’s childhood wasn’t good. At all. Even for a demon, it was rough. Satan’s not exactly a great father. After the first couple murder attempts, Quincy learned how to protect himself the best he could, and Satan went pretty hands-off after that. 

Quincy doesn’t really resent his father as much as he hates Hell and everything about it. Instead of playing the exhausting games of manipulation and backstabbing that his siblings and the other demons play, Quincy spends most of his time on Earth, living glamorously, and only visits Hell when he needs a favor or wants to gloat.

Personality

Other than being a hedonist with some serious childhood trauma, Quincy is pretty happy-go-lucky. He loves cracking jokes and spends a lot of his time grinning. He’s also one of those “Devil’s Advocate” type guys who loves pissing people off. Especially Otto, who is pretty easy to frustrate once you know how to push his buttons. Quincy loves to laugh, even if it’s at his own joke.

He’s someone who doesn’t take anything seriously. Even if it’s Hell-related. Quincy avoids conflict like no other, unless it’s about something ridiculous that he can get a good laugh out of. 

Quincy is also just pretty antagonistic in general. Since Otto’s Twitter user is “notvonbismark”, Quincy’s is “yesvonbismark”. The official Instagram for them is “DemonSpotting”, so Quincy’s is “DemonSquatting”. Dumb shit like that.

He has a doctorate in Latin (from… many many years ago), a love of cognac, and the ability to laugh at anything that happens to him. And the ability to be really, really annoying. Like, really annoying. To the point that Otto wonders if smothering him is the correct course of action.

I really love writing Quincy. Probably because he acts a lot like a mixture of my husband and I. My husband loves being the Devil’s advocate, and I have a nasty habit of being ridiculously giggly all the time. Combine that with our inability to take most anything seriously, and you get Quincy Marks.

What Makes This Man Tick?

For some reason, Quincy finds himself fascinated with Otto Reyes-Ma. Absolutely fucking enraptured by him. At first, he thinks it’s because Otto somehow managed to both summon and almost trap a demon on total accident, but then it becomes more… complicated.

He thinks it might be the fact that Otto is terrified of damn near everything supernatural, even though he can’t see them like Quincy can. Or the fact that, despite his fears of the paranormal, he spends his free time spelunking caves and rock climbing. You know, the two safest hobbies on planet Earth.

Suffice to say, Quincy finds Otto to be an interesting critter.

He quickly falls for Otto in a way that surprises him and leaves him wondering how exactly he, a centuries-old being, can love a human like this. Quincy has a crisis about this, of course. 

Looks

As a demon, Quincy looks pretty much what you expect him to look like. A little like a play on the classic Baphomet with the big horns, goat legs, serpent’s tail, and tits (gotta give my characters the same big-titted curse I have), but a human face. He’s not exactly… comfortable with the way he naturally looks as a demon, as a trans guy and all, so most of the time when he’s in Hell, he’s in just his human form with the addition of his gnarly horns.

Quincy is very particular with how he looks as a human. He has a curated aesthetic with his tattoos (Satanic and occult), his piercings (lots), and his clothes (rich kid faux-goth). I love writing a good vain character. 

My favorite tattoo of Quincy’s (besides the large Baphomet with wings extended on his sternum in true trans guy style) is his 666 tramp stamp, based on a Tweet I saw about the “mark of the beast” actually being a 666 tramp stamp. It’s lived rent-free in my mind and I had to give it to Quincy, because… duh.

Social Media

Quincy has a perfectly-curated social media. The type of Insta page that makes you feel inadequate. His captions are dry, humorous, and incredibly ironic. He’s pretty much perfect influencer-bait. When he makes a post on any DemonSpotting page, you automatically know it’s him. Quincy’s a huge fan of dry, self-aware humor. He has all his Instagram stories curated to different themes, and he’d rather die than have a post out of place.

His Twitter is a bit of a disaster though. Between sharing a lot of different academic tweets, pictures of himself (mostly shirtless), and behind the scenes content for DemonSpotting, it’s a beautiful disaster. 

I think Quincy’s Tumblr is where he’d really shine, though. It’s the perfect mix of artsy pictures of himself (again, mostly shirtless so he can show off those sweet demonic tattoos), Latin phrases (some in his own calligraphy), aesthetic posts, academic papers, and demonology stuff to make someone like me lose their fucking mind. It’s one of the only social medias that doesn’t have a username that’s an ironic take on one of Otto’s, and instead has been xxxDemonMarksxxx ever since he made it in the first place.

Playlist-wise, this man has a few playlists he thinks fit certain occasions. With beautiful covers, of course.

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i dunno if you write poly stuff, but can u do some steddie x ftm!reader, angst to fluff where reader is like rlly heartbroken about having a crush on both of them bc reader thinks its weird/confusing plus theyre trans so kinda double homocide 💀 anyway steddie accepts readers confession and comforts them happy ending woohoo

I write any kind of stuff really if that makes sense and I actually really like this idea

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'So it's not weird?' Steddie x ftm!reader

Summary: after a good talk with yourself you finally gather up the courage to tell Steve and eddie what you've wanted to say for a while,

Cw: reader being real upset, angst to fluff

I leaned against my locker, zoned out as Dustin basically yelled into my ear how exited he was about hell fire tonight. It was pretty exiting. But wasn't so excited tho. The thing is Eddie finally managed to get Steve to tag along which made Dustin even happier which isn't the bad part.

The bad part was that i was panicking. I have had a huge crush on Steve and eddie and i hated myself for it. I thought it wasn't normal and that something was wrong with me.

I wished i could just pick one to fanboy over but i simply couldn't. I loved eddie and his mass amount of energy. I loved the way he could light up a room in seconds.

And steve i loved how laid back he was but he could also get serious really quickly. Also how protective he was of the group. Both of those men just made me lose my damn mind.

But confessing would be like asking for a death sentence, especially to both of them. But even if they did somehow say yes and where okay with it what if they found out i was trans. Then it would all be over before it started.

But even them accepting my confession is very, very slim. If i confessed it would probably ruin our friendship forever.

I was suddenly shaken from my thoughts when i felt dustin literally shaking me. He looked really concerned. "Are you okay?" "Ya I'm fine" i quickly answerd trying to hide the fact that i was on the brink of tears. I bit my bottom lip trying not to cry.

My eyes darted around the hall before they landed on a clock. "Oh look at the time, I better go to my last period.. see ya at hell fire Dustin" i said slowly walking away before speeding of in the direction on my class. Dustin stood there confused for a moment before shrugging it off and heading of to his last period.

I rushed into my classroom just as the bell was about to ring. I took a seat in the back and put my head down. I was trying so damn hard not to cry but it was getting harder and harder the more thoughts popped into my head.

Why the hell did I have to have a crush on two damn guys. Why do I have to be so confusing. God I don't even know what this would be called.

God look at me, trans and I have a crush on two guys. Thats double homicide if anything. For now I just have to get through these last hours and I can go home and cry into my pillow and try to forget how weird I am.

Time skip

The Bell rang making me jump slightly as I was half way asleep. I looked around and quickly realised people where packing up and leaving. I cussed under my breath and jumped up. Basically running out the classroom.

I took a deep breath when suddenly I was being picked up. I looked down only to see eddie. He had that usual happy grin on his face. I blushed as he pulled me into a tight hug.

"Ready for hell fire n/n?" He asked. He looked so damn exited and I simply nodded in response. He smiled and led me to the club room. But not even half way there steve joined us, and now it was time to start panicking. I couldn't get a single word out. I was embarrassed as hell.

Why was it so damn akward? Was it me? I breathed heavily as we finally reached the club room.

Eddie paused and turned to me right as he was about to open the door. "Hey n/n you okay, you look out of it?" Eddie asked concerned "Ya you okay m/n?".

Great now both eddie and steve where asking if I was okay. Internally I was fucking screaming. "Ya ya I'm fine just nervous for... hell fire is all". I gave a weak smile to both of the guys. They exchanged glances before eddie finally opened the door.

The room was full of the normal people you'd see in hell fire. Expect lucas was out. Again. So Erica was taking his place, which she was more than happy to do. I took my place next to mike as I normally do and steve stood next to me, using Eddie's "throne" for support.

There was no need for me to be this nervous but something in me was just going crazy. Plus I still couldn't calm down from what happened just seconds ago. I just tried to concentrate on the game and nothing else. But oh god was it so damn difficult.

Yes another time skip

Another successful hour of playing dnd with my friends was over and i actually managed to keep it together. Kinda. Everyone was happily cheering and getting their stuff together.

I was about to get up and join the others when eddie stopped me by grabbing my hand. I turned to him with a slight tint of red on my face.

"Heeey n/n, me and steve are going back to mine to hang out, your coming with" he said with a devilish grin. I gulped and my head ran wild. I quickly responded "sorry eddie I'm busy" i gave him a soft smile before trying to get my hand back.

Suddenly steve grabbed my other hand and a smirk spread across his face. "He wasn't asking" they laughed as they watched my face turn into a look of horror. They pulled me along all the way holding my hands in their's, with eddie slightly ahead of us.

I walked out into the empty parking lot where Steve dragged me and Eddie to his car. Eddie happily jumped into the front seat when Steve unlocked the car. And I got into the back quietly.

Steve pulled out of the parking lot and onto the rode. Eddie gave him a look. "You remember where I live harrington?" "How could I not" Steve answered not taking his eyes of the rode.

I smiled slightly trying to sink into my seat. 'Just smile and sit quietly m/n, maybe they'll forget your here and you can run home and cry at how pathetic you are' at this point I was mentally scolding myself from not being able to resist these two and just give into them.

I looked up and saw eddie looking straight at me. "Okay l/n spill your guts, you've been weird the whole day. Even hell fire and I know how much you love hell fire. I mean come on Even Dustin mentioned how weird you where acting. So come on spill it" eddie said turning from a more cheery tone to a serious one.

I froze. I was darn speechless. I didn't know what to fucking say and the worst part it when I looked over to Steve who was giving me occasional glances. I knew he had concern on his face too.

I put my head down and stayed quiet. Eddie asked me acoulpe more times and so did Steve but I didn't say I word. Now the car ride was silent.

'Great m/n you ruined it you idiot' I mentally scolded myself. I could feel how much I wanted to cry but I couldn't, not here, not now. I bit my tounge trying to stop myself crying.

God why did I have to be weird and ruin one of the best friendships I've ever had. Why did I have to be the weird friend who likes his friends. I bit my tounge and played with my hands. Truing so desperately to calm myself down. But I'm pretty sure both of the guys could see that I was practically shaking.

The car ride was painfull but I didn't want it to end cause I knew as soon as we got to Eddie's they would bonbrad me with questions. I didn't want that. I was so damn on edge I would definitely spill my gut and that would be a disaster.

But that car ride couldn't last forever and soon i felt the car stop and eddie get out. Steve got out and opened the door for me. I nodded a thank and walked with Steve to eddie. Eddie unlocked his door and fell on the couch looking at me and steve.

Steve led me to the couch and sat me between him and eddie. Just fucking great. My breathing quickened when I felt eddie and steve give me a side hug at the same time. They didn't speak but I knew they where burning to know what was bothering me so much.

Steve broke the silence first. "Hey n/n we don't know what's bothering you so much but we hope that we can help in some way" he gave me a soft smile patting me on the back as eddie gave me a tight hug.

I didn't even notice that I started crying. I guess everything I've built up just over flowed. I could feel steve join the hug as well. "Hey if you don't feel comfortable talking about it it's okay but we won't judge you" I could feel eddie smile and tighten the hug.

Now it really all over flowed and I just spilled out my gut. "Goddamit, what's bothering me is you two. I love both of you so damb much but its so fucking weird, I know and maybe I could be normal and confess without all these tear but it would be really much easier if I was born a damn guy just like the both of you!"

I curled up in a ball, sobbing, with both of the guys pulling back to look at me. They looked at eachother before going back to hugging me. I was slightly stunned at this. I more or less stopped sobbing so much but I was the furthest thing from calm.

This time eddie spoke up first. "Jesus I wouldn't be surprised if you told us you could read minds too" he laughed slightly and hid his face in the crook of my neck.

"It was kinda obvious that you had a crush on one of us man, but we didn't really know which one off us" "we didn't expect it too be both" eddie spoke up right after Steve.

I wiped away the tears and looked up at them both. "But what about me be-" I was cut off when Steve picked me up and hugged me lifting me of my feet. Eddie joined in and hugged me from the back.

I didn't know what to say but I was finally happy that they knew, and they didn't think this was weird. "So n/n, Steve are we like in a couple but there are three people?" eddie asked shooting glances at both of us.

"Yes eddie that's how it works" I said as Steve finally put me down. "Nice, but now that your okay, you are okay right?" "Yes I'm fine" I said looking at eddie "good! Now who wants to have some fun?! If you know what i mean" "Seriously eddie?" Steve looked at him, slightly disappointed

"Ehhh fine Steve but I'm taking m/n with me then" eddie smirked as he dragged me off to his room. "Oh no you dont" I heard Steve yell behind us. I smiled. Okay maybe I wasn't so weird after all.

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~Metal Family headcanons~

These are like my... general hcs)? which means I didn't include my main hc that Glam, Ches and Vicky are polyamorous, married and started dating after Glam met Vicky, and absolutely everything that implies for the kids and the relationships between each member of the fam. Maybe I'll make a separate post for that or maybe not! Who knows lkfwnlfqnf

Glam

Bisexual

Glam has constant nightmares and ocasional night terrors ever since he ran away home and is an active sleep walker. Ches helped him through the worse ones when they were younger, and learned how to deal with them, always preferring not to wake him up but being with him until the episode passed. Vicky has learned how to deal with them, though she normally asks Ches for advice with it cuz she comes out short sometimes.

He has PTSD. I bet it's diagnosed too, he takes medication and goes to therapy, it doesn't mean he still doesn't have his bad days anyway. He's trying to get better.

Glam has talked to Vicky about his past, his father and his family. This is a direct contradiction of Alina's confirmation that Glam doesn't talk about it with anyone but man FUCK THAT. We love good communication in this house, Vicky tries her best to help him, but there's only so much she can do to help.

Glam enjoys gardening, cooking and making models, he also likes doing his make up, painting his nails and dressing up in fancy, extravagant clothes even if he has nowhere important to go.

He likes taking care of everyone's hair, and constantly helps Vicky brush her hair cuz there's so much of it, Dee when he gets stressed over how tangled it can get, buys Ches hair products so he actually takes care of it, and chases Heavy so the kid actually washes, untangles and brushes his hair.

This one is kind of weird, but I refuse to think any adult in the family is unarmed at any time. Glam owns a taser and pepper spray. They're bright pink and sparkly.

This man cried his eyes out while watching Coco. He's hell to watch movies with cuz he talks and predicts what's gonna happen during the movie, judges them with scores at the end and all.

Vicky

Also bisexual!

Vicky's the one who does everyone's laundry most of the time. She prefers it that way since she's the only one that knows how to wash their black clothes so the colors stay vibrant. (This is based on my gf shaming everyone but Vicky cuz their black clothes always look so muted and almost gray, but Vicky's whole outfit is always the same vibrant black colors, so we decided that neither Glam or the kids know how to wash dark clothes)

She has anger issues, if it isn't obvious. I think she also has PTSD, mainly survivor's guilt due to her surviving the accident her brother died in. She blames herself and cannot bear to talk about it, in some sort of deep denial. If she can't remember, it can't hurt as much, right?

She has scars on the right side of her back and her hip, from the road rash she got on her brother's accident, she never treated it due to grief and it scarred badly. Apart from that, the scar of the caesarean section from Heavy's birth. She doesn't really mind both of them, they happened, nothing to do about them.

She likes watching boxing competitions, brawling matches and motorcycle repairing on TV. Loves doing BBQ's and going to the pool. Also an enjoyer of teasing her kids, kissing and loving her husband at random times, spending time drinking and bonding with Ches and bragging about her family and punching anyone who thinks they're not that cool.

Not particularly a fan of make up, skirts and dresses or any traditionally femenine-perceived stuff. But has been making exceptions due to Glam and Ches being unashamed of being seen as femenine, and actually rocking the looks. The internalized misogyny is kind of slowly dissapearing.

Apart from the guns she carries in each arm (I mean her biceps, have you looked at the size of those?? She strong) she has brass knuckles on her at all times. Glam gifts her new ones sometimes, she loves having multiple choices to punch people teeth in.

Loves horror, thrillers and action movies. Falls asleep during rom-coms and dramas. Ironically, loves gossip and talking shit about people. Enjoys hearing Ches talks about the gossip going on in the nursery home even if she doesn't know who the hell he's talking about.

Rest of the family under the cut!

Heavy

Heavy is a trans boy! He doesn't know his sexuality yet though, he's still figuring himself out. When he's older, i think he definitely dated some men but had better luck with girls.

Heavy has had innocent crushes on some girls on his class before, but they never turn into anything more cuz he's not the best at expressing himself. He follows the bother-the-girl-to-death-until-she-hates-you gimmick, and unsurprisingly, it doesn't work.

I'm sorry to break this to u but Heavy totally had an among us phase, and uses so much reddit and twitch slang... You know he does.

Likes bullying and teasing his brother to death. You know that when Dee had his first romance, Heavy was ALL up in his business being a tease and a bad attempt at a wingman. He means well tho.

He's not squeamish at all. Also has great pain resistance. This kid has picked cockroaches with his bare hands and loves cats, of course the cats have scratched him. He's tough!

Grows up to be the charming himbo he was always destined to be.

Dee

I hc him as demisexual. Kind of inherited his dad's tastes for the takes no crap, intimidating but pretty kind of people.

Can't cook. He tries but he can only do basics like rice, cereal, chicken nuggets or eggs. Complicated meals always burn or don't taste like anything at all. It drives him crazy.

Dee was a quiet and very well behaved toddler before Heavy was born. He never threw tantrums or got whims. After Heavy was born though, and despite the fact he understood his brother was small and needed special care, he started craving attention often and cried and got mad at little things. Typical jealousy of the oldest sibling.

The first time Dee fell in love with someone, he didn't recognize it was love at first. He just thought his interest on the person was born out of curiosity and aesthetic attraction, but as soon as he realized he seeked validation and companionship, that he liked seeing them smile, that he wanted to protect them, that he yearned for more time alone with them and that he wanted more than what just a simple friendship implied, it was an instant 'oh hell no'. He wanted those feelings to get the hell away, but unfortunately, they were there to stay.

Canonically likes MLP, psychological and horror anime like Death note and Hellsing, so I'm deciding he also watched Death Parade, had a FNAF phase, is very into The Walten Files. This guy enjoys any kind of specially dark ARG's and knows a ton of lore of real crime, unsolved cases, ghost appearances and other stuff. Doesn't believe in the supernatural, but sure is entertained by it.

He's a mess at romance. Flirting? His attempts at compliments are hardly flattering. Giving gifts? The best he can manage is jewelry and you can kind of tell he asked his dad for help. Dates? He's so nervous he's silent for most of it, but begins getting comfortable and having fun if his partner really knows how to get him down from his negativity cloud.

Ches

Pansexual.

He's very good with kids. He has the patience of a saint and he's laid-back, chill and fun but still is an authority figure who knows how to put limits. Sure, he's gonna let the kids light up a house on fire BUT hey, now they know everything about fire precautions, burns and how to treat them AND how to get away with arson. What an educational evening, am I right?

Due to certain info from the "Goodbye" official comic, I headcanon Ches as depressed. I don't want to elaborate a lot 'cuz of spoilers, but... God, everything related to his mom fucking hurts, man. How did he deal with all that?

Ches has been Dee and Heavy's babysitter so many times he cannot count them with all his fingers. He learned how to put those kids to sleep almost immediately (Sing Bon Jovi's "This ain't a love song" and any cheesy love song in a slow lullaby style and they're out), which movie were their favorite as kids (Heavy loved 'Monsters Inc.' and Dee never looked away during 'Meet the Robinsons'), how to console them after nightmares (Heavy needed reassurance, sweet words, and to be with someone until he fell asleep again. Dee just had to be tucked in, get his nightlight turned on and kissed in the forehead). He practically raised those kids along with Vicky and Glam.

More than once, Dee and Heavy have slipped and called Ches "Dad". Ches immediately gets his shit eating grin on and answers "Yes, son?" and does a couple of dad jokes just to mess and embarrass them. He's actually very flattered and surprised at how proud of himself he is for being a father figure to both kids.

Has a scar on the left side of his forehead due to a bottle his mom threw at him when he was younger, around the time he met Glam. He hates the scar with passion, it's a permanent reminder of the fact she never cared, that's why he always keeps it covered with his headband. Gets sad about it sometimes.

Ches likes to spend his time with a group of grannies of the nearby nursing home. He genuinely considers them his friends and gossips and hangs out with all of them on weekends. Bingo, billiards, walks in the park, soap opera marathons, you name it. I even designed them, gave them names and backstories... God, i just love the concept too much. I'll make some art about Ches and his granny gang FOR SURE, you're NOT ready for them.

Carries a pocket knife on him at all times. This man grew up on a bad neighborhood and absolutely knows how to defend himself, he can be intimidating when he wants to be and will pose a threat if needed. He's fucking terrifying when genuinely mad. Just cause he looks harmless doesn't mean he is, darling.

That would be all!

[nerd-at-sea5]

milk and feelings

thalia figuring out her feelings and then reyna confesses (in a way, thalia does as well) and then they kiss.

its cute i promise i just can’t summarize shit

thalia had grown to hate the campfires.

every single night, maybe she liked it the first few times, but the romans were here for jason’s funeral, and everyone was drinking themself to hades and back.

she couldn’t stay with the hunters. if she did, she’d watch everyone she loved die. she couldn’t do that, she would have killed herself.

not many campers were even of age, but she didn’t think mr. d gave a shit.

thalia hated alcohol.

for as long as she can recall, she’d see girls in magazines and movies with their wine and beer, and she’d see her mother...and everything felt like a curse.

so how the hell did she get roped into a drinking game with leo.

‘milk for thalia because she doesn’t like beer.’

even without the drink her stomach is doing flips, godsdam campfires.

reyna’s smiling face across the camp, soft and easy-relaxed, thalia would say, her face illuminated by the fire, she looked like an angel.

godly, if thalia was allowed to say.

like that time she saw aphrodite-oh shit.

“thals? how are you choking on milk?”

“i-nothing, nothing.”

she didn’t sound convincing, the glimpse from years ago at the goddess, she’s been convinced it was a boy with long hair, a boy with those clever, brave brown eyes, a boy, a boy.

it was never a boy.

it was never a boy. percy grinned, leaning on piper slightly, who shoved him off, “chill percy, i’ve got a girlfriend.”

“THALIA STOP CHOKING ON THE FUCKING MILK!!!”

“sorry!!”

annabeth looked at her warily, and leo spoke before her, “what-your against gay people?!”

thalia froze, and saw percy’s gaze harden, and she felt herself blush, “no! what the hell leo?! no...i didn’t...i just didn’t know-i don’t.”

piper giggled, “you don’t know shit about gay stuff, do you?”

the daughter of zeus shook her head, feeling extremely out of her element.

“i know some. i know what gay and lesbian mean, and i know what being trans is. that’s kind of it....”

percy snickered, “well, i’m bisexual, and if you didn’t know-i did like luke. but he’s a bitch and you can’t really fuck a corpse.”

frank looked up at him, surprised, “i-”

annabeth rolled her eyes, “i’m also bi, you know.”

“i’m pan! pan-piper, like that guy with his flute.”

leo raised his hand, “i’m pan and trans!”

“i just don’t feel a sexual attraction, so..i’m asexual.” hazel said, shrugging, and thalia could imagine nico going ‘good.’.

she nodded, “thanks guys....”

her head was pounding at her, and she was convinced there was something in her milk.

“leo is there something in here?”

the boy shrugged, “prob not, why?”

“my head wants to blow up.”

reyna walked over, “we can go over to a smaller fire?”

hazel giggled, “you don’t like us?”

reyna gave her a small smile, “yes, i do, but thalia’s interesting.”

thalia’s stomach twisted again, but she nodded, “yeah, i’m interesting. suck it.”

piper flipped her off.

she always felt normal around the daughter of bellona, but now, thalia felt like a knife had hit her in the stomach.

it was like she was filled to the brim, and she was going to burst at any moment.

and, and oh gods reyna looks so beautify sitting closer and gods she was nice enough to invite thalia to sit alone, and she’s always helping others and-

“thals? are you alright?”

no, i’m not okay, your really fucking attractive and i-“yeah, i’m good, you good, rey?”

reyna rolled her eyes, “you are the only person alive who calls me that....”

“i’m that special?”

“do you always flirt with people like this?”

thalia almost choked for the third time, a) holy fuck has she been flirting with reyna?! and b) did reyna sound....hopeful?

“i-”

“what’s going on, thals? you seemed to shocked when i walked over and you-”

“i think i’m a lesbian and i don’t know what to do because your really fucking pretty and i honestly and so fucking scared right now and i don’t know what to do so yeah. i’m kind of panicking.”

thalia couldn’t stop talking.

“and-and hearing everyone else talk about that stuff, i just-it it really that easy? my mom would have killed me, and i just...i just...i hate this feeling but it’s also so comforting.”

she froze and slapped herself in the face, forgetting she was holding a glass of milk.

she quickly wiped her face, gods of olympus, why had she said that?!

why hadn’t she stopped?!

it probably wasn’t even true! thinking that a girl was pretty didn’t mean anything and....gods.

“i-I’m sorry-i didn’t-”

thalia’s regret veered off the line when she saw reyna’s face shining slightly.

holy hades.

before thalia knew what was going on, she was being hugged.

and it didn’t feel like a normal hug.

it felt warm and comforting and...and it felt like home.

she didn’t realize she’s pressed her face to reyna’s collarbone, and she’s crying-hephaestus she’s being so open right now-

reyna pulls away, her face still shining and thalia finds her self, oddly enough, wishing she’d be hugged again.

“sorry..i don’t know what i was thinking.”

thalia gave her a small smile, “it’s fine. i liked it-wait-fuck.”

reyna laughed softly, and thalia’s breathe quickened.

holy hera what was this girl doing to her?!

“so did i.....thank you-for saying that. i know you didn’t really...well...seem to be happy with yourself, but...” reyna shrugged. “i guess it felt good to hear someone else say it?”

“what do you mean?”

the other girl wrung her hands together, “i don’t get the pleasure feeling of sex, i never liked it as much as other girls..or boys said....but then my chest and stomach keep fighting when i see you. i don’t know if i’m broken or if it’s just-”

thalia stopped her, “okay-well, your not broken. that’s bullshit, your beautiful and amazing and-and what was hazel saying.....asexual!”

“what?”

“um-she said it means you don’t feel a sexual attraction and she’s still dating frank, so i’m assuming it means you can still date people! not that it matters, whatever you want to do is perfectly fine.”

now she was going on about something she didn’t really know.

thalia rubbed the back of her head nervously, glancing around, slightly surprised that no one had eavesdropped on their conversation.

“nervous?”

“just....people.”

“ah. very descriptive.”

“wow, reyna? sarcastic?”

“cute, thals, real cute.”

thalia froze.

okay, fuck it-she’s doing something about these feelings.

before she could talk herself out of it, the blue and black haired girl grabbed the other’s wrist, standing and pulling her to behind the zeus cabin.

then she panicked, what the hell was she doi-

shut up, internal monologue. “can i kiss you?”

“um-”

thalia was shorter than reyna, by at least three inches.....three.

“yes.”

and the twisting stopped, and reyna’s hand was on her neck and for the first time in her life, kissing boys on the run because had nothing to loose, everything paled, for the first time in her life, everything made so much sense.

everything felt so...good.

she could feel wood on her back and was vaguely aware that she was standing up at tall as she could.

it didn’t matter.

nothing else mattered.

everything made sense.

they broke apart, and thalia found herself smiling like an idiot, “’no demigod shall heal your heart.’ well, reyna avila ramirez-areallno, how does an ex-immortal hunter sound?”

the roman laughed, her joyful, clear and pure laugh, “it sounds pretty fucking perfect.”

right before they kissed again.

[nsfsprince]

Hello! It’s the anon that requested the fae logince!!

I have an idea, but it is just an idea-

So, running off the image that it start with Roman doesn’t seem to be in.. control. At all-

Logan is that typical fae that was like ohh pretty human, I’m just gonna *pick up* and fucking keep it.

But even once you give your name to a fae and you belong to them- even if they wipe you a clean state, hints of your previous self shines through! It’s the chemicals in your brain, you can’t really wave them away!

So Logan has his little obedient human, who occasionally is very flattering and sweet and all ✨grand gestures✨ and looks ✨pretty✨ and Logan promptly realizes after a while, that he isn’t thinking of Roman the same anymore- he’s fond of the human-

He’s got a crush

So logan, realizing the pickle he is in, slowly lets Roman gain control again, in hope of freaking apologizing and wooing him. (Idk about that part, but hey, it’s an idea!)

Que enemies (??? Will ro be upset???) to lovers speed run were Logan realizes Roman is VERY STRONG, and pins him to wall to make out

Jfkdkd ohhhhhh I definately like that. Some minor tweaks that i'd make based on my initial idea from said image is that Roman gave his name and thus himself over, willingly, to Logan.

(The rest under the cut cuz this got long)

He was a prince with a missing twin brother(ehem. Remus went and dipped to party w/ a certain pair of fae, maybe relevant later but only story wise and not getting involved with Roman and Logan wise, plus Remus didnt intentionally bail on his brother, time just works differently in the fae world, he had every intention of coming back to see his brother again) so with the weight of the kingdom looming on his shoulders he decides he cant do it.

Another aspect of this needing to run away idea is that Roman is trans, and is thus the only remaining heir and technically their kingdom's crowned Princess(which he Hates but since Remus is Missing, no one else has the power to fight his father on it) and his father is looking at marrying him off which Cannot Happen.

So he runs into the massive forest where he last saw his brother go and runs and runs, even when his skirts rip and his sleeves tear and he trips on tree roots, he runs.

And when his legs finally give out, he's caught in strong arms, a gentle hand cradling his head and a crooning voice lilting through the clearing. Hes in a fairy circle, he can see the trail on the forest floor, looping around him and this new stranger neatly.

He looks up and sees this beautiful fae, sharp edges and ethereal beauty, ice blue eyes sharp and calculating and mouth curved into a comforting grin just a hare sharper than human teeth can manage. A Fae. Roman swallows, unable to quite look away.

Hes still being cradled by the others impossible strength, though theyve now lowered to the ground.

"Breath, little one, breathe. Thats it, good boy. Im so proud of you. Just take your time, you look so tired from running all that way, I'll protect you, my dear." The low, lilting voice says, a gentle hand carding through his mussed hair. Its as if Roman hadnt been running for so long, every breath hurts less and less, his exhaustion evaporates and his mind clears with every passing minute that he remains trapped in the others warm gaze.

'To hell with it,' Roman thinks tiredly, 'out of the pan and into the fire.'

Inevitably, the fae gently tucks him closer and asks if they may have his name, and Roman knows he should deny it and play it smart, they seem to know full well all the thoughts bouncing around in his stressed out mind, but he cant seem to do it. He leans into their side firmly and tucks up against their chest, ducking his head as he gives his answer.

"Yes, you may have it, and you may have me. I am Roman Elizabeth Sanders, Second Prince of Creetivea."

And if the Fae, Lo, as Roman would come to know the other as, paused for a whole 40 secounds out to sheer bafflement over such a brilliant mind giving up so instantaneously, no one but Roman was there to witness it.

Continuing with your thoughts tho, Lo really does start developing a crush, because Roman is sweet and dramatic and still so very brilliant even without even a third of true awareness or control, and Logan finds himself challenged by this little plaything of his in a way few fae have even managed in a long time. And Logan's protective of his things, of course, especially his favorite pet. No one is allowed to touch his Roman but him.

And so he starts to give Roman bits of pieces of control back, a back and forth over an idea here, a little debate over theatre there, a handsy cuddle-turned-makeout session here, a firm and steamy scene there. Even just a quiet stargazing date that remains soft and calm throughout their quiet exchanges. Giving the True Roman chances to shine through and seeing how he handles it all, how he handles Logan.

And boy, Roman is infuriated by Logan, with his pretty mouth and cocky grin and accurate debate points, he just wants to find a way to knock Logan down a notch every once in a while, never quite to be in charge of course, but Roman loves picking a little on people he loves.

And Logan is falling harder and harder. Oh he adores his Roman. Enough so to give Roman his full name, "Logan." The sound of Roman mewling his name over and over in pure coherent bliss later that night is more than reward enough.

Around other fae Logan is likely very protective and wary with Roman present, and has his own protection spells and the like over his mortal love just to be on the safe side. But hoo boy he absolutely doesnt regret giving Roman near total control back.

The only time Logan pulls him back under control is for fun times, and only ever enough to make roman's body obey, but never enough to override romans mind or consent. Roman discovers just how pliant human biology is when commanded to cum over, and over, and over again at the drop of a single word, and its overwhelmingly hot.

Roman is also very weak for riding Logan, hes got the stamina to go for a while but Lo still far outbeats him, but not to worry, his Fae Love is happy to grip his hips and keep fucking his dripping, oversensitive hole slow and teasingly, till Romans usually overactive mind is finally reduced to overstimulated mush.

What im getting at is that Ro is used to being in a position of power and working doubley as hard to be respected, heard, and listened to, and when he couldnt take it anymore he gave it all up, and at most he might try and pin Logan for kisses and cuddles, it is entirely a show of dramatics and none of strength. He might play a little bratty role here and there and he will happily get into heated debates with Logan over things, but hes never been too interested in overpowering Logan.

Logan, on the other hand, has plenty of fun with (consentually)overpowering his favorite pet-turned-lover~

[cottoncandyjester]

*cough*genderbent yuuta and yuuto*cough*

👀 I like your thought process. So pretty trans girlfriends it is❤️ genderbent Yuuji would have bottom surgery just like normal Yuuji.

Warning this contains: twincest, threesome, mention of underage sex, mention of grooming, gender neutral darling

You had to admit, yumi scared the hell out of you you loved both of your girlfriends dearly but you couldn’t lie sometimes seeing how yumi would overstimulate yachi until she passed out made you utterly terrified.

It was supposed to be a fun date at a private beach. Yachi laid across your lap under the canopy trying to relax though she looked uncomfortable. She had a jacket and a tank top on along with blue bikini bottoms clearly not wanting to get in the water. She hated the heat and her skin was pretty red already.

“I did tell you to use sunscreen..poor baby~” you cooed out now reaching into the bag next to you taking out a bottle of sunscreen. Before you could even put any on your sunburned girlfriend you heard a whistle. “Leaving me to swim on my own? How cruel.” You heard a menacing tone and glanced up to see your red haired girlfriend in a black ruffle bikini dripping in water and looking severally pissed off.

You gulped with a nervous grin “y-yachi isn’t feeling well, I think the heat is getting to her and leaving her here along wouldn’t be nice” you explained and saw yumi’s eyes immediately shift to concern. She squateddown to her sister’s level cupping her face “ Hmm, you are warm we gotta cool you off before you get a heat stroke” she said softly.

You sighed in relief thinking you were free of her punishment. “Darling can you sit her up and hold her in your lap I have an idea” yumi said as she said as she walked towards the cooler filled with ice and various drinks.

You sat yachi in your lap arms around her waist “here let’s take this off you must be burning” you said as you helped her out of her jacket and her tank top after noticing how she tried to remove it but the heat made her sleepy.

Yumi came back to the two of you with a few popsicles and a cup of ice. Yumi sat in front of the two of you with a bright smile now placing the items down next to her taking an ice from the cup and popping it into her mouth leaning forward and kissing her older sister on the lips a hushed moan escaping yachi as they shared the ice until it melted. “I still have to punish you, naughty girl…and you..” yumi cooed out as she glanced up at you with a smirk “you have to be punished too but after yachi..” she said softly now kissing ya chi’s flushed cheeks. “B-but I wasn’t trying to be bad..I swear” yachi whispers out her blue eyes wide with slightly fear. She knew her younger sister was ruthless after all yumi despite being the younger twin was the one in charge.

“Oh I know, you didn’t mean it but that doesn’t mean you’re innocent my adorable yachi.” Yumi purred out sweetly now reaching out and yanking yachi’s bikini bottoms down exposing her twitching cock that started to get hard. You gulped and your grip on yachi started to loosen but yumi gave you a harsh glare “you better hold her tight and still or I swear I’ll gouge your eyes out as punishment” she hissed out and her serious tone made you tighten your grip once more hugging Yachi close to your chest.

Yumi smiled before taking one of the popsicles, opening it showing it’s bright red color. She licked the tip before pressing it against yachi’s hole watching as she flinched and tried to squirm but you held her still. “Good job, you two are so cute!” Yumi chimed out before pushing the popsicle giggling at yachi’s gasp and whimper.

“Hey baby, use one of your hands to stroke her cock wont you? I’m sure she knows not to escape” she spoke in a tone that gave you shivers but you did as she said keeping one arm around yachi’s waist the other moving to her cock that now stood fully hard and leaked precum. “S-so cruel, y-you two are so mean” yachi whined out as she arched her back a shuddering gasp escaping her lips as yumi pushed the popsicle deeper and deeper. “Oh! Your hole is begging to be filled, even with something like this? How slutty” yumi cooed out now starting to fuck yachi with the popsicle the liquid dripping all over her fingers as it started to melt from yachi’s warmth.

“Ngh~ I-it’s so cold and t-thick..” yachi whined out as she bucked her hips up fucking your hand that was wrapped around her leaking cock. She reached up grabbing the back of your neck yanking you into a sloppy kiss whining and moaning into your mouth.

You felt her tongue explode your mouth as you pumped her cock stroking it quickly and feeling how she would thrust up breaking from the kiss to kiss your neck. “G-gonna cum..” she whined out with a shaky panting. When yumi heard that she immediately stopped and pulled the popsicle out best she can but at this point it was a melted mess. Flicking the stick aside she glanced at you “you can stop touching her now. Actually I’m ordering you to, let her go.” She said in a cold tone and you did as she told flinching at the sight of yumi yanking yachi off your lap causing her to lay on the ground and the utter fear in her eyes as yumi removed her own bikini bottoms straddling the girl grinding against her hands settling around her throat.

“Hey yachi, I don’t think I can forgive you until you let me use your slutty cock” she cooed out and you watched in horror and fear, the sight of joy in yachi’s eyes made you remember they weren’t normal. You weren’t even sure calling them monsters would be the proper term. Yumi let out a shudder sigh as she guided yachi’s cock inside of her cunt the way they locked eyes resembled soulmates. “Where I belong..” yumi whispers out before her eyes glanced up at you that same gaze being targeted at you “ darlingggg~ play with us. It’s fun but with you it’s perfect” she spoke in a loving tone but you knew you didn’t have a choice.

“Yachi’s mouth must feel so lonely and needing a purpose did you know that she is amazing at orals, All our teachers from high school and old partners said so, so go ahead and use it but only for a rimjobsince I have to punish you as well” yumi purred out as she moved a jaw to grip yachi’s jaw squeezing and forcing her mouth open “come on yachi..speak..tell them you want to give them a rimjob” yumi ordered while you started to strip wanting to please yumi before she made you a subject of her pain.

“P-please, l-let me make you feel good. Plea-ahh!” A loud gasp escaped her as she felt yumi start to move up and down, riding her cock hands on her chest. “G-good girl, such a good girl” yumi cooed out.

You found yourself straddling yachi’s face her hands gripping your thighs as she brushed her tongue against your asshole the wet feeling giving you shivers her whimpers and moans adding to the pleasure as she shoved her tongue deeper into your hole.

Yumi pulled you into a sloppy kiss tongue shoved down your throat as she rode yachi’s cock to the brink of her climax feeling herself start to go insane with pleasure. “F-fuuuck! Fuck fuck! So f-fucking gooood~” she slurred out hands shaking and eyes filling with tears. While yumi seemed to be distracted yachi moved her tongue from your ass to your sex even though she knew she wasn’t supposed to.

She trailed her tongue along your sex nipping and sucking while also making sure she wouldn’t get caught. Nails digging into your thighs leaving bruises as she bucked her hips biting your thigh when she cummed pumping her thick hot cum into yumi who seemed to have cum as well her entire body shaking and twitching as she hugged you tightly her face buried into your neck.

You felt yachi’s mouth work on getting you to cum as well her fingers sliding towards your hole where she stuck a finger in and started to pump it in and out adoring your whines and whimpers. Yumi who was still coming down from her high kissed along your neck being far more happy and cuddly now that she had an orgasm “cum for us sweetie, let it allll out~” she purred out with a giggle her teeth sinking into your neck just as you felt your body harshly twitch as it climaxed the uncontrollable moans escaping you being music to the twins’ ears.

After a few minutes of heavy panting and zero dialogue you moved from yachi’s face laying next to her watching as she sat up to kiss yumi who still straddled her lap. “We could all definitely use a bath, come on~” yumi chimed out as she grabbed her bikini bottom getting off of yachi and slipping it on. Yachi glanced around unable to find her underwear so she just opted to zipping her jacket up now helping you to your feet as the three of you walked to the beach house.

“Also, yachiii~ fourty spanks for disobeying orders back there and since my sweet darling has yet to eat you out they will be joining you in getting fourty spanks as well but that can be done after our shower” yumi chimed out as you and yachi glanced at each other with a look of dread and fear.

Fuck.

[petrichor-reminiscence]

coming out headcanons with c!Technoblade

Warnings: cursing

Pairing: c!Technoblade x ftm!Reader

request from @pxytn-png! lovely idea btw, and also thank you for being the reason i fixed my anon issue lmao thanks for bringing that to my attention mate :) ty for the ask!

quick disclaimer before we start here: i am not trans ftm, so i cannot speak for the community and i hope i am not poorly representing all of you bois! y’all are literally so fucking valid tho like the MOST valid i sWEAR dudes, deadass. if there’s something i need to educate myself on, my inbox and dms are ALWAYS open, so please feel free to interact!

♡♡♡

- when you came up to him one day in a cold sweat with uneven breaths, Techno immediately knew something was up. he immediately asked you what was wrong, ready to go murder whoever he had to for you, and the voices were going CRAZY with their theories and stress and worry for you

- you told him you had something to tell him, and he internally freaked out because the dumbass thought you were going to leave him or something or say you didn’t love him anymore

- blame the voices tho! they stress him out and make him overthink everything more than he already would! 

- once you came out in your way of choice, he was so relieved that you didn’t come to tell him you hated him

- and he was also so flattered and felt so loved that you felt secure enough to be more of your true self around him! the voices were flattered and happy too!

- “so, you’re a man, huh?” “yeah...” he looked at you for a moment before grinning widely, pulling you into the PHATTEST fuckin hug. “trust me, he/him just suits you better, it’s more you.” 

- the voices most certainly agree! after all, it was the true you, it was what made you feel more comfortable in your own skin.

- as he started working on your pronoun change, the voices helped out quite a lot. if he even so much as got close to even thinking the slip-up of the wrong pronouns, the voices were fuckin ON IT man. he learned pretty quickly, wanted to make you the most comfortable he could!

- every time he said ‘he’ or ‘him’ in reference to you, he couldn’t help but smile. it just reminded him that you felt secure enough to be your true self around him and that you trusted him enough to come out to him

- although he had to admit, it did lead to a little bit of confusion

- “so, that makes me... gay? or wait... well either way, i know i’m attracted to dudes obviously...”

- “do i tell Philza that i’m gay now or do i wait until Y/n decides to open up to him about himself?”

- lowkey steals clothing from other guys around the smp so you can dress more masculine if you want to. he’d offer up some of his own clothes, but he is like a seven-foot-tall fuckin piglin hybrid, massive boi, so he wasn’t sure how well his clothes would fit you

- unless you yourself are a massive boi as well, in that case he’s fine with sharing some clothes! i mean, he’d be fine with sharing either way, but like he was a firm believer in wearing clothes that fit properly so one wouldn’t have even the slightest limitation in mobility for battle 

- but if he got the opportunity to see one of his large shirts draped on his boyfriend, he might just have a heart attack

- would also have a heart attack seeing his boyfriend fitting into his shirt well and just like b r o 

- deadass would die on the spot either way, he loves you so much bro like oasijgadsoigj 

- blood god is soft for his boyfriend! so soft!

- would never admit it out loud, but the voices know and never let him forget how much of a sap he is for you 

- would help you try various things to cope with any dysphoria you might be having, like deadass mans would go to hell and back to get you anything that would make you more comfortable in your own skin. anything safe for you, that is, he wanted to make sure you weren’t hurting yourself

- s i m p, he’s a simp your honour, s to the i to the m to the p 

- overall, having you come out to him and having a boyfriend now took a little bit of getting used to but it was an amazing change (the word ‘change’ used lightly, because it wasn’t even much of a change at all. just a pronoun change bro, you’ve always been a man, the only change was that you felt secure enough with techno to tell him ^^)

- not only were you more yourself, but he got to know you that much more, and when you’re your true self around him is when he just falls in love with you more and more each day <3

[izzy-b-hands]

Get your bittersweet, severely horny, and NSFW cjizzy here, with references to both ed/jack and jack/izzy being on again, off again in nature. Trans Izzy bc im love trans Izzy.

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He can never just ask Izzy.

He can with anyone else. Even Ed! Hell, the two of them occasionally communicated wanting to fuck entirely via casual dick grabs (at their own and each other's.)

But Izzy breaks his brain, and he shouldn't like it and he doesn't like it, but he does.

"Hey," Jack slides up by Izzy along the back wall of the bar. "How goes it?"

Izzy glares at him. "What in the fuck sort of question is that?"

He panics. "I missed you."

Izzy's gaze softens a hint. "It's been awhile. Ed was enjoying his time-"

"I heard about how much he enjoyed his time away from his usual shores," Jack grins. "Is that story about him doing a shot off someone's-"

Izzy blushes bright red, and his eyes dart to the floor.

"No," Jack chuckles. "Off of your...Izzy!"

He slaps Izzy's arm. "You still got it; the stick up your ass can be temporarily removed!"

"Thank you for announcing it to everyone," Izzy says wryly. "Anything else I can help you with, or are you just here to catch up?"

It dawns on Jack that Izzy is On The Job right now, and he peeks out around the crowd.

Ed, sitting at a table with an older man, sharing his pipe.

He watches them lazily hand the long pipe back and forth, one of the man's hands hidden in the shadows under the table. However, it only takes one glance at Ed's face to know exactly where that hand is.

"Does he know where you are in here?" Jack asks.

"He does. We've got the usual signal if he wants out in a hurry," Izzy sighs. "You should see the tattoos that man has. I know that's what Ed likes on him, and I can't blame him. Intricate and everywhere, Jack, all interconnected and flowing, and-"

He pushes Izzy against the wall and shoves a leg between his thighs. He doesn't know if Ed is watching, but he hopes he is. Normally jealousy isn't his thing, but Ed's always been different for him.

That, and this is easier than doing what he had envisioned before:

Taking Izzy aside and out of the bar, admitting he wants something slow and soft and he really hates admitting that even though he knows there's no shame in it, but Izzy he doesn't trust anyone else for it except for Ed and Ed doesn't seem likely to say yes-

To wait to kiss him until his words trip over one another and he's nearly out of breath, gasping and begging Izzy to take him to any inn near him, he'll pay for it and anything else Izzy wants (even though he knows Izzy will never take him up on that extra offer.)

He can't say they'd actually make it to said room, because even thinking about it (and more than once jacking off to it) leaves him panting and needy and struggling not to come like it's his first make out session.

"Hang on, we can go somewhere else for this," Izzy says softly. "I've got to find Fang or Ivan or...god what was the name of the new one to replace...oh fuck, I don't remember their names anymore. They die so quickly now."

Jack drops his head into Izzy's shoulder and grinds as best he can against him. He'll have to play this off as being drunk to the other pirates here, even though he's stone cold sober. It's like Izzy heard his thoughts.

"Just go with me over to Ed," Jack says as he forces himself to lift his head. "And tell him something's come up."

"He'll be well aware of 'what's come up' if we walk over there together," Izzy says. "Have you lost your mind?"

"Maybe," Jack whimpers. "Can we fuckin' go already?"

He hangs back while Izzy goes to Ed's table and spins some tale about a scuffle going on outside that needs extra hands to break up (at least that's what Izzy said he'd tell Ed.) His heart is pounding out of his chest, and he can feel everyone's eyes scanning then stopping squarely on his now impossible to hide hard on.

This, he thinks, is what emotions get you. Trying not to come in your pants in a bar, waiting for your on again off again frenemy with benefits to finish lying to his boss/your on again off again friend with benefits. No wonder so many songs about love end in heartbreak.

"We'll sneak out the kitchen," Izzy takes Jack's hand and leads him into the back hall of the bar. "Ed's fine here with his new friend, and Fang is actually on a date himself the next table over, so they're just having a group date now."

"In other words they're deciding which of their two rooms all four of them are going back to later?"

Izzy nods.

"Where were you thinking for us?" Jack asks, resisting the urge to squeeze Izzy's hand as they reach the back door of the bar.

"Behind here, some alley, or we can get a room," Izzy shrugs, and loosens his hand in Jack's grip.

Jack doesn't let go.

Izzy sighs and tries to turn back around to him. "Oh god, Jack..."

"I don't like it anymore than you do!" Jack hisses as he drops Izzy's hand. He doesn't mean it. "Do you know what I did the first month y'all were late getting back around here? I cried! Thinking about Ed, but mostly-"

His words freeze in his throat.

There's confusion on Izzy's face, but it's quickly replaced by...

Fuck. Tears.

There's an apology on his tongue when Izzy pulls him in for a kiss and wraps it in his tongue instead.

"Room?" Jack asks hesitantly when they finally come up for air.

"Room."

--

"Has anyone ever told you your tits are gorgeous?"

"Yeah," Izzy smirks as he tosses his underwear to join Jack's on the floor. "You, many times."

"Well, let me remind you anyway," Jack says and palms Izzy's tits as Izzy straddles his lap. "Fuck, I missed you."

Izzy's eyes flutter shut. "Say that again."

"I missed you," Jack sits up and holds Izzy in his lap, arms around him and head bent to kiss his collarbone. "I hated every second of it. Thinking about you, or Ed, or both of you, fuck-"

One of Izzy's hands rests at the back of his neck, occasionally grasping at the hair there, and there's the sting of nails being dug into skin at the mention of them both.

"But so often it came back to you, and no one does that to me," Jack continues. "Other than Ed, but that works out for all of us, really."

Izzy grinds down on him hard, then takes Jack's face in his hands. "I...There's something I want to say so badly, but I think this might be over quickly if I do."

"It's gonna be over quick anyway," Jack admits. He's been able to feel his heartbeat in his cock since their kiss in the bar. "But I'm up to chill in here together until we're ready to go again. And maybe once more after that."

"How young do you think we are?" Izzy jokes. "But I think that works. We have the room for the night anyway."

He thinks of anything but how it feels as Izzy lifts up enough then immediately sinks down on his cock. Wet enough for him to slip in without anything else, at least for now, and just as it had been when they'd first fucked as twenty-one things both trying to make Ed jealous.

"You gonna let me in on the secret of what you were burning to say?" Jack asks as he holds Izzy's hips, helping him grind and ride.

Izzy smiles and kisses him, entirely too sweetly for a man that knows how to nearly gut someone with as few as three strokes of his sword.

"Come in me."

He can admit that there are times he's a better follower than a leader, and this is one of them as he shudders and obeys.

"Good to stay in for a minute?" Izzy asks as he gently rocks on Jack's cock.

"I'll stay in as long as I can," Jack pants. "We can just keep fucking then. Plus I really don't want to be anywhere else right now."

Izzy moans and whimpers and clenches around his cock, and he sees stars.

"You aren't allowed to go away for that long ever again," Jack sighs. "I can't go that long without you. I know it's sappy as fuck and I ha-"

"Do you hate it?" Izzy asks, pressing soft kisses all over his face.

"Do you?"

Izzy pauses. "Fucker."

"I certainly am, and I intend to continue to be."

He tries to flip them over without slipping out of Izzy, and celebrates it by burying himself balls deep as soon as Izzy's settled on the bed.

"They said the room would be available for another few nights," Izzy murmurs against his neck, legs wrapped around Jack's waist. "If we find we need more time to make up for the last few months."

"Soon as I can bear to be out of you," Jack replies. "Then I'll go down to the desk and pay to extend it. And if that isn't enough, then I'm coming with y'all for a bit. Ed can deal with hearing us fuck."

"Fuck," Izzy whispers. "Jack-"

"I know, I know, give me another moment or two."

He's just hard enough again to start thrusting, and he can't focus on anything other than that and leaving hickeys all over every inch of Izzy's skin.

He wonders what Izzy would think if he just came with, if Ed does want to be away for a longer time again.

But that's one emotion too much for one night.