#afab dysphoria

[your-queer-dad]

No sir I'm not female. The F on my birth certifcate stands for fuck.

[tinqwei]

this is the best representation i’ve seen of trans men in manga

like i’ve never seen my feelings about being transmasc being represented in any media really it’s amazing how a cis male author can portray trans men so well

[sykosomatic]

Could i request Hannibal x trans male reader? Nsfw pls!! maybe reader is feeling a bit dysphoric, so Hannibal decides to show him how much he loves and lusts for him❤️

oh that’s lovely! <3 i’m assuming you mean nbc hannibal so that’s who i’m going with lol (and i feel like i can write that version better)

hannibal x trans male reader!

cw: p in v sex, oral sex (afab receiving), praise kink, food mention, fingering (afab receiving), use of the words clitoris, pussy and cock, reader wears a binder/doesn’t have top surgery, hannibal finishes in reader’s mouth

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you’d been visiting hannibal for his little dinner dates for a few months now; it had become something more than patient/doctor hospitality along the way, and now your relationship with him sat more in the category of lovers. thought you’d only kissed up to this point; you didn’t want to tell him, but you were quite insecure with your body image.

sure, he was your therapist, so he knew more than a little bit about your personal situation; but he was always the type to separate pleasure from work.

you sat down at his table, watching him in the kitchen area fussing with the presentation of the food he was cooking. it smelled… amazing. you were always so impressed with his talent for cooking, his dedication to the craft itself. he cooked for you like an artist creating a masterpiece.

hannibal approached you with the plates of food, telling you what it was as he sat it down in front of you. he watched you as you shifted in your seat, trying to be discrete about the fact that your clothes were feeling strange against your skin; mostly your binder, which was sitting funny on your ribs. his expression was unreadable as he described the dish to you, acting as if he didn’t see the look of slight discomfort on your face.

“enjoy, my dear,” hannibal said to you, the slightest smile on his lips as you started to eat the delicious food on your plate.

“oh, this is…” you groaned at the taste. “this is so good..” you were never one for fancy words, but you admired the way he spoke like a poet.

he grinned warmly, eyes shining with pride. “thank you,” he chirped, eating his own dish. after a few moments of comfortable silence, you noticed he was looking up at you and you blushed a bit.

“do i have something on my face?”

“only the most divine beauty,” hannibal responded, dabbing at his mouth with one of his fancy cloth napkins. your face went warm.

“o-oh.. um, thank you,” you breathed, looking away from his intense gaze.

“your spectacular allure puts the moon and stars to shame, my dear,” he pontificated; he was always saying dramatic things like this about you, telling you how handsome you were and how much he loved looking at you or being in your presence. it made your stomach do flips and sent waves of heat down into your abdomen.

“you always do know exactly what to say,” you smiled over at him, starting to realize why he was saying all these things. “you saw me fixing my shirt earlier, didn’t you?” you teased, leaning your chin into the palm of your hand, resting your elbow on the table. this was a bit of a faux pas in polite company, but he was so enamored with you that he didn’t seem to mind.

“it is really so unbearable for me to see you distress about your appearance in such a way, my dear,” hannibal admitted. he reached a hand over and set it on your leg, fingers brushing your inner thigh. you glanced down for a moment, feeling flushed at the contact. “i wish that you would see yourself the way i do, see your radiance from my eyes.”

you searched his eyes, heart beating fast; he inched his hand up your thigh, as if asking permission for something.

“would you allow me the honor of showing you how much i dearly admire you?”

oh.. oh! he was asking to fuck you, wasn’t he? you could feel yourself getting all wired up at the thought. you nodded your head, almost imperceptibly, but enough for him to know what you were saying.

hannibal took your hand, guiding you to stand. the two of you took your plates into the kitchen, clearing the table before he grabbed your hips and connected your lips to his for a heavy kiss. you let yourself melt into him, his arms holding your frame up against his. your kisses got more passionate until he started to push you backwards, against the table. his hands feverishly went for your shirt, unbuttoning the buttons one by one, slowly so that you could tell him to stop if you needed.

but you didn’t. you trusted him; and he continued. you were nervous for him to see you laid bare, but a large part of you was excited for it.

he pulled your shirt off of your arms slowly, taking care to kiss every inch of your exposed skin. he left your binder on for you, letting you decide when you wanted it off. he whispered sweet things in your ear, praising you, telling you just how handsome you were, and how much he wanted to make love to you. you were melting from the inside out at his touch, biting your lip as he unzipped your pants and started to slide them down. his hand brushed against your slit slowly, but with just enough force to make your shiver.

he looked up at you for confirmation before doing the same with your underwear, taking them off and revealing your pussy to him. he made a soft noise, a groan; you could see that he’d started getting really hard beneath his pants. you bit your lip. he’d gotten hard just by looking at you? fuck.

“oh, your body is magnificent, my dear. you’re so handsome, so radiant—“

you cut him off by grabbing his tie and pulling him against you, kissing him hard and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. his hands went to your sides, rubbing on you lovingly. after a moment you guided his hands to the bottom of your binder; you were reader for him to see you. and he didn’t take the privilege lightly. as it was exposed, hannibal massaged your chest gently with his hands, pinching and tugging on your nipples until you whimpered and whined into his chest.

he pulled one hand away to touch your pussy, rubbing your slickened slit and circling your clitoris with his fingers. god it felt so good. you whined into his chest, letting him worship you as streams of praise left his lips, telling you how good you were and how perfect.

hannibal got down onto his knees at this point, spreading your legs open so he could get better access. he slipped a finger in and you felt like you were on fire. it felt so good. he put his head between your legs and started giving you head, his tongue devouring you like it was his last meal. his tongue slipped in with his finger, and you could feel yourself already about to finish.

a second finger slid in, and you unraveled completely; hannibal slurped up your mess and continued to finger you, bending his fingers inside of you and hitting that perfect euphoric spot. “oh, god.. oh fuck…” you whined, unable to stand sitting up anymore. you laid back on the table, hands in hannibal’s hair, tangling in the silky strands. your hips bucked against his hand and face, rocking you to a second orgasm on his now three fingers.

“ooh… oh, fuck,” you whined, body sensitive and needy still. it felt so good; he treated you so well. you could see him standing up, leaning over the table to kiss your lips, allowing you to taste your own sweetness. “will you… will you fuck me?” you whined to him, hands on his chest, trailing down to his pants. you hastily tried his zipper and your trembling hands couldn’t do it.

he chuckled at you. “is that not what i’ve been doing?” he teased, unzipping his pants for you. he reached in and rubbed his cock through his pants; you could see a small wet spot.

“your cock.. i need your cock…”

“you are just so beautiful like this,” hannibal cooed at you, taking his cock out. he was hard and you could see the precum on the tip. he readied you again with his three fingers, making sure you were stretched appropriately before he pressed the head of his cock against your hole. you nodded, telling him he could put it in.

hannibal slid his cock deep inside you, slowly, making you moan out and arch your back up. he had stretched you quite well, so the stretching brought by his cock was warm and welcomed. he bottomed out inside you, his balls against your wet taint. and then he started moving, lighting you on fire as he fucked into you. with each thrust you felt yourself unraveling again. his hands were exploring you as he praised how handsome you were, touching your chest and your sides and rubbing your clitoris, sending you over the edge another two times before he pulled his cock out and came on your tongue (at your request).

and of course, after the two of you cleaned up, he was sure to craft you the most delicious dessert.

[shitty-goose-quack]

psa: you don't have to look a certain way to be enby

you don't have to wear oversized button downs and bagy jeans to "pass"

you don't have to wear intricate and colorful makeup so people know you're queer

you don't have to shave your head to look more androgynous

you don't have to bind everyday to prove that you're really trans, and not just faking

you don't have to use they/them or he/him or fae/faer pronouns to not be a girl

jesus christ i just want to go and shake 14 year old me and tell her she can wear dresses and miniskirts and bras if that makes her feel good

tell her that if wearing mascara threatens her carefully crafted gender identity, then its not a great gender identity

just because you came out as "genderfluid/enby/gender queer/agender/transman/demiboy/unlabelled", masculinity doesn't mean shit (neither does femininity for that matter) and if coming out makes you feel like you're in more of a box, coming out did not serve it's purpose

screw that teacher who asked "why are you wearing girl clothes?" because you came to school in something pink

screw the imposter syndrome you felt wearing a bra instead of a binder

screw the people that say you're misgendering yourself when you call yourself a girl

I can be just as trans in a miniskirt as i am in mens jeans

i can have a gender crisis with or without lipstick on

i can be a lesbian with french braids or a buzz cut

i can flip off gender with long, unkempt cuticles, or 2 inch acrylics

my gender expression is for me, and me alone. if someone with shaved legs, eyelash extensions, waist length hair, and a pushup bra asks you to use he/him pronouns for him, you had better damn well respect that

[siriusly-remu]

i got my period today and i had to go back to the bathroom after i just went, to get a pad, and someone noticed and asked why on my way back, and i had to say i was on my period (something along those lines) and then i started crying as soon as i got to the bathroom because gender dysphoria fucking sucks

[looks-at-you]

My fine boobs,

My sincerest apologies but I have no use for thou.

Go,

Be freeth,

And findth a trans girl to serve.

Sincerely, me.

[poognthebrainbois]

To the tune of "I Love Rock n' Roll":

I hate having tits!

So better go n find your binder baby!

I hate having tits!

So c'mon boy n bind your chest with me!

[moss-the-trans-guys-tips]

Dysphoria tips #3: periods (ftm)

If you can, get boxers with built-in pads (I get mine from tomboyx) and if you have a heavier flow you can put pads on them too.

This one is more for laughs but I dont call it my "period" I say things like "bleeding out of my penis", " shitting/pissing blood", etc.

(If it's safe for you) wear that binder, put on those masc clothes, even if you're just alone at home, it really does help

*This is coming from a trans man with less severe dysphoria, a lighter flow and no cramps so maybe take this with a few grains of salt, but this is what helps me so I figured it might help someone, too*

That's all, good luck and remember just cuz your body is doing a thing, that doesn't make you any less of a man (or whatever you grove with)!!!

🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵

[sillycatt8]

this. it’s not ‘feeling insecure’ it can send me into a panic attack and it will sometimes make me want to harm myself.

[noahsfault]

My fellow transmasculine/dysphoric afab people, I discovered a thing

If you’re pre-T like me and wear mostly tee shirts, you may have been trying to tone up your arms

I started lifting weights years ago and it’s going well, but I always struggled making progress when it came to my forearms

My teeny-tiny wrists were a source of insecurity and dysphoria for me at times and because I have hyper-extensive joints I would hurt them a lot trying to do ✨manly✨ things like opening the orange juice for myself-

Well, there’s a youtube video I found and I’ve been doing it every 2-3 days for 2 weeks (and swapping it for my regular arm workouts + rest days etc)

I have very weak arms so I’ve only been doing half of the workouts listed in the video at any given time, and my wrists are literally like 1.5 to 2cm wider after 2 weeks

I’ve been using 4.5 kg weights but as I said I can only get through half the video this way

Please don’t overwork your wrists, especially if you’re like me and your joints are prone to injury

Feel free to share and enjoy your new lid-opening superpowers!

[welcome-to-the-agender-agenda]

I feel like a wolf cut would solve all my dysphoria but at the same time it's pretty irreversible and high maintenance so I'm going to create a new Gender Envy Pinterest board instead :(

[your-queer-dad]

I'm just culturally female, like I grew up in that space but I dont really believe it in anymore. I'm a non-practicing female

[pixel-with-wings]

f u c k dysphoria

[rome-theeempire]

My dysphoria era is over I'm back to dressing like a 90's It girl🫡🩷

[appliedpsychedelics]

Social Detransition?

>be me

>troon out (social transition)

>it has been YEARS

>the doctors asked if I want to go on T (at 14) and I said I needed time

>reading stuff online, realize I'm not a man and never will be one, the science isn't there, it's morally wrong, this trans ideology has a whole host of issues, and it's harmful for society at large (im like 17 now)

>still lying to everyone around me that I'm "male" (when I guess I'm just a crossdresser) because I can't mentally handle the idea that people (might) see a woman when they look at me, it feels really degrading

>it feels... degrading??

>Start thinking more about WHY i "want to be a boy", where that feeling comes from

>realize I've basically been traumatized in the PERFECT way to make me end up trans

so basically I'm in this weird position where I am:

>self aware that trans ideology is flawed and I'm not a man

BUT, simultaneously, I am unable to stop obsessing over being seen as male, because I AM dysphoric still even if I am no longer delusional. It's tough!!

[akashigadabi]

Why am I thinking about trans Dabi now and how him being a trans man would add an extra layer to his trauma because imagine the dysphoria and trauma and invalidation and dysmorphia and depression he’d feel if he thought his dad abandoned him on a dime for his “real” son with a “perfect” quirk. Like I can low key see Endeavor being mildly transphobic even if he accepts Dabi as a son, and I can see how Dabi would see it as Endeavor ditching his disabled trans child for his abled cis one and damn.