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Holy shit, the New York Times is FINALLY interviewing and listening to detransistioners.

The tide is turning.

Opinion by Pamela Paul

As Kids, They Thought They Were Trans. They No Longer Do.

Feb. 2, 2024

Grace Powell was 12 or 13 when she discovered she could be a boy.

Growing up in a relatively conservative community in Grand Rapids, Mich., Powell, like many teenagers, didn’t feel comfortable in her own skin. She was unpopular and frequently bullied. Puberty made everything worse. She suffered from depression and was in and out of therapy.

“I felt so detached from my body, and the way it was developing felt hostile to me,” Powell told me. It was classic gender dysphoria, a feeling of discomfort with your sex.

Reading about transgender people online, Powell believed that the reason she didn’t feel comfortable in her body was that she was in the wrong body. Transitioning seemed like the obvious solution. The narrative she had heard and absorbed was that if you don’t transition, you’ll kill yourself.

At 17, desperate to begin hormone therapy, Powell broke the news to her parents. They sent her to a gender specialist to make sure she was serious. In the fall of her senior year of high school, she started cross-sex hormones. She had a double mastectomy the summer before college, then went off as a transgender man named Grayson to Sarah Lawrence College, where she was paired with a male roommate on a men’s floor. At 5-foot-3, she felt she came across as a very effeminate gay man.

At no point during her medical or surgical transition, Powell says, did anyone ask her about the reasons behind her gender dysphoria or her depression. At no point was she asked about her sexual orientation. And at no point was she asked about any previous trauma, and so neither the therapists nor the doctors ever learned that she’d been sexually abused as a child.

“I wish there had been more open conversations,” Powell, now 23 and detransitioned, told me. “But I was told there is one cure and one thing to do if this is your problem, and this will help you.”

Progressives often portray the heated debate over childhood transgender care as a clash between those who are trying to help growing numbers of children express what they believe their genders to be and conservative politicians who won’t let kids be themselves.

But right-wing demagogues are not the only ones who have inflamed this debate. Transgender activists have pushed their own ideological extremism, especially by pressing for a treatment orthodoxy that has faced increased scrutiny in recent years. Under that model of care, clinicians are expected to affirm a young person’s assertion of gender identity and even provide medical treatment before, or even without, exploring other possible sources of distress.

Many who think there needs to be a more cautious approach — including well-meaning liberal parents, doctors and people who have undergone gender transition and subsequently regretted their procedures — have been attacked as anti-trans and intimidated into silencing their concerns.

And while Donald Trump denounces “left-wing gender insanity” and many trans activists describe any opposition as transphobic, parents in America’s vast ideological middle can find little dispassionate discussion of the genuine risks or trade-offs involved in what proponents call gender-affirming care.

Powell’s story shows how easy it is for young people to get caught up by the pull of ideology in this atmosphere.

“What should be a medical and psychological issue has been morphed into a political one,” Powell lamented during our conversation. “It’s a mess.”

A New and Growing Group of Patients

Many transgender adults are happy with their transitions and, whether they began to transition as adults or adolescents, feel it was life changing, even lifesaving. The small but rapidly growing number of children who express gender dysphoria and who transition at an early age, according to clinicians, is a recent and more controversial phenomenon.

Laura Edwards-Leeper, the founding psychologist of the first pediatric gender clinic in the United States, said that when she started her practice in 2007, most of her patients had longstanding and deep-seated gender dysphoria. Transitioning clearly made sense for almost all of them, and any mental health issues they had were generally resolved through gender transition.

“But that is just not the case anymore,” she told me recently. While she doesn’t regret transitioning the earlier cohort of patients and opposes government bans on transgender medical care, she said, “As far as I can tell, there are no professional organizations who are stepping in to regulate what’s going on.”

Most of her patients now, she said, have no history of childhood gender dysphoria. Others refer to this phenomenon, with some controversy, as rapid onset gender dysphoria, in which adolescents, particularly tween and teenage girls, express gender dysphoria despite never having done so when they were younger. Frequently, they have mental health issues unrelated to gender. While professional associations say there is a lack of quality research on rapid onset gender dysphoria, several researchers have documented the phenomenon, and many health care providers have seen evidence of it in their practices.

“The population has changed drastically,” said Edwards-Leeper, a former head of the Child and Adolescent Committee for the World Professional Association for Transgender Health, the organization responsible for setting gender transition guidelines for medical professionals.

For these young people, she told me, “you have to take time to really assess what’s going on and hear the timeline and get the parents’ perspective in order to create an individualized treatment plan. Many providers are completely missing that step.”

Yet those health care professionals and scientists who do not think clinicians should automatically agree to a young person’s self-diagnosis are often afraid to speak out. A report commissioned by the National Health Service about Britain’s Tavistock gender clinic, which, until it was ordered to be shut down, was the country’s only health center dedicated to gender identity, noted that “primary and secondary care staff have told us that they feel under pressure to adopt an unquestioning affirmative approach and that this is at odds with the standard process of clinical assessment and diagnosis that they have been trained to undertake in all other clinical encounters.”

Of the dozens of students she’s trained as psychologists, Edwards-Leeper said, few still seem to be providing gender-related care. While her students have left the field for various reasons, “some have told me that they didn’t feel they could continue because of the pushback, the accusations of being transphobic, from being pro-assessment and wanting a more thorough process,” she said.

They have good reasons to be wary. Stephanie Winn, a licensed marriage and family therapist in Oregon, was trained in gender-affirming care and treated multiple transgender patients. But in 2020, after coming across detransition videos online, she began to doubt the gender-affirming model. In 2021 she spoke out in favor of approaching gender dysphoria in a more considered way, urging others in the field to pay attention to detransitioners, people who no longer consider themselves transgender after undergoing medical or surgical interventions. She has since been attacked by transgender activists. Some threatened to send complaints to her licensing board saying that she was trying to make trans kids change their minds through conversion therapy.

In April 2022, the Oregon Board of Licensed Professional Counselors and Therapists told Winn that she was under investigation. Her case was ultimately dismissed, but Winn no longer treats minors and practices only online, where many of her patients are worried parents of trans-identifying children.

“I don’t feel safe having a location where people can find me,” she said.

Detransitioners say that only conservative media outlets seem interested in telling their stories, which has left them open to attacks as hapless tools of the right, something that frustrated and dismayed every detransitioner I interviewed. These are people who were once the trans-identified kids that so many organizations say they’re trying to protect — but when they change their minds, they say, they feel abandoned.

Most parents and clinicians are simply trying to do what they think is best for the children involved. But parents with qualms about the current model of care are frustrated by what they see as a lack of options.

Parents told me it was a struggle to balance the desire to compassionately support a child with gender dysphoria while seeking the best psychological and medical care. Many believed their kids were gay or dealing with an array of complicated issues. But all said they felt compelled by gender clinicians, doctors, schools and social pressure to accede to their child’s declared gender identity even if they had serious doubts. They feared it would tear apart their family if they didn’t unquestioningly support social transition and medical treatment. All asked to speak anonymously, so desperate were they to maintain or repair any relationship with their children, some of whom were currently estranged.

Several of those who questioned their child’s self-diagnosis told me it had ruined their relationship. A few parents said simply, “I feel like I’ve lost my daughter.”

One mother described a meeting with 12 other parents in a support group for relatives of trans-identified youth where all of the participants described their children as autistic or otherwise neurodivergent. To all questions, the woman running the meeting replied, “Just let them transition.” The mother left in shock. How would hormones help a child with obsessive-compulsive disorder or depression? she wondered.

Some parents have found refuge in anonymous online support groups. There, people share tips on finding caregivers who will explore the causes of their children’s distress or tend to their overall emotional and developmental health and well-being without automatically acceding to their children’s self-diagnosis.

Many parents of kids who consider themselves trans say their children were introduced to transgender influencers on YouTube or TikTok, a phenomenon intensified for some by the isolation and online cocoon of Covid. Others say their kids learned these ideas in the classroom, as early as elementary school, often in child-friendly ways through curriculums supplied by trans rights organizations, with concepts like the gender unicorn or the Genderbread person.

‘Do You Want a Dead Son or a Live Daughter?’

After Kathleen’s 15-year-old son, whom she described as an obsessive child, abruptly told his parents he was trans, the doctor who was going to assess whether he had A.D.H.D. referred him instead to someone who specialized in both A.D.H.D. and gender. Kathleen, who asked to be identified only by her first name to protect her son’s privacy, assumed that the specialist would do some kind of evaluation or assessment. That was not the case.

The meeting was brief and began on a shocking note. “In front of my son, the therapist said, ‘Do you want a dead son or a live daughter?’” Kathleen recounted.

Parents are routinely warned that to pursue any path outside of agreeing with a child’s self-declared gender identity is to put a gender dysphoric youth at risk for suicide, which feels to many people like emotional blackmail. Proponents of the gender-affirming model have cited studies showing an association between that standard of care and a lower risk of suicide. But those studies were found to have methodological flaws or have been deemed not entirely conclusive. A survey of studies on the psychological effects of cross-sex hormones, published three years ago in The Journal of the Endocrine Society, the professional organization for hormone specialists, found it “could not draw any conclusions about death by suicide.” In a letter to The Wall Street Journal last year, 21 experts from nine countries said that survey was one reason they believed there was “no reliable evidence to suggest that hormonal transition is an effective suicide prevention measure.”

Moreover, the incidence of suicidal thoughts and attempts among gender dysphoric youth is complicated by the high incidence of accompanying conditions, such as autism spectrum disorder. As one systematic overview put it, “Children with gender dysphoria often experience a range of psychiatric comorbidities, with a high prevalence of mood and anxiety disorders, trauma, eating disorders and autism spectrum conditions, suicidality and self-harm.”

But rather than being treated as patients who deserve unbiased professional help, children with gender dysphoria often become political pawns.

Conservative lawmakers are working to ban access to gender care for minors and occasionally for adults as well. On the other side, however, many medical and mental health practitioners feel their hands have been tied by activist pressure and organizational capture. They say that it has become difficult to practice responsible mental health care or medicine for these young people.

Pediatricians, psychologists and other clinicians who dissent from this orthodoxy, believing that it is not based on reliable evidence, feel frustrated by their professional organizations. The American Psychological Association, American Psychiatric Association and the American Academy of Pediatrics have wholeheartedly backed the gender-affirming model.

In 2021, Aaron Kimberly, a 50-year-old trans man and registered nurse, left the clinic in British Columbia where his job focused on the intake and assessment of gender-dysphoric youth. Kimberly received a comprehensive screening when he embarked on his own successful transition at age 33, which resolved the gender dysphoria he experienced from an early age.

But when the gender-affirming model was introduced at his clinic, he was instructed to support the initiation of hormone treatment for incoming patients regardless of whether they had complex mental problems, experiences with trauma or were otherwise “severely unwell,” Kimberly said. When he referred patients for further mental health care rather than immediate hormone treatment, he said he was accused of what they called gatekeeping and had to change jobs.

“I realized something had gone totally off the rails,” Kimberly, who subsequently founded the Gender Dysphoria Alliance and the L.G.B.T. Courage Coalition to advocate better gender care, told me.

Gay men and women often told me they fear that same-sex-attracted kids, especially effeminate boys and tomboy girls who are gender nonconforming, will be transitioned during a normal phase of childhood and before sexual maturation — and that gender ideology can mask and even abet homophobia.

As one detransitioned man, now in a gay relationship, put it, “I was a gay man pumped up to look like a woman and dated a lesbian who was pumped up to look like a man. If that’s not conversion therapy, I don’t know what is.”

“I transitioned because I didn’t want to be gay,” Kasey Emerick, a 23-year-old woman and detransitioner from Pennsylvania, told me. Raised in a conservative Christian church, she said, “I believed homosexuality was a sin.”

When she was 15, Emerick confessed her homosexuality to her mother. Her mother attributed her sexual orientation to trauma — Emerick’s father was convicted of raping and assaulting her repeatedly when she was between the ages of 4 and 7 — but after catching Emerick texting with another girl at age 16, she took away her phone. When Emerick melted down, her mother admitted her to a psychiatric hospital. While there, Emerick told herself, “If I was a boy, none of this would have happened.”

In May 2017, Emerick began searching “gender” online and encountered trans advocacy websites. After realizing she could “pick the other side,” she told her mother, “I’m sick of being called a dyke and not a real girl.” If she were a man, she’d be free to pursue relationships with women.

That September, she and her mother met with a licensed professional counselor for the first of two 90-minute consultations. She told the counselor that she had wished to be a Boy Scout rather than a Girl Scout. She said she didn’t like being gay or a butch lesbian. She also told the counselor that she had suffered from anxiety, depression and suicidal ideation. The clinic recommended testosterone, which was prescribed by a nearby L.G.B.T.Q. health clinic. Shortly thereafter, she was also diagnosed with A.D.H.D. She developed panic attacks. At age 17, she was cleared for a double mastectomy.

“I’m thinking, ‘Oh my God, I’m having my breasts removed. I’m 17. I’m too young for this,’” she recalled. But she went ahead with the operation.

“Transition felt like a way to control something when I couldn’t control anything in my life,” Emerick explained. But after living as a trans man for five years, Emerick realized her mental health symptoms were only getting worse. In the fall of 2022, she came out as a detransitioner on Twitter and was immediately attacked. Transgender influencers told her she was bald and ugly. She received multiple threats.

“I thought my life was over,” she said. “I realized that I had lived a lie for over five years.”

Today Emerick’s voice, permanently altered by testosterone, is that of a man. When she tells people she’s a detransitioner, they ask when she plans to stop taking T and live as a woman. “I’ve been off it for a year,” she replies.

Once, after she recounted her story to a therapist, the therapist tried to reassure her. If it’s any consolation, the therapist remarked, “I would never have guessed that you were once a trans woman.” Emerick replied, “Wait, what sex do you think I am?”

To the trans activist dictum that children know their gender best, it is important to add something all parents know from experience: Children change their minds all the time. One mother told me that after her teenage son desisted — pulled back from a trans identity before any irreversible medical procedures — he explained, “I was just rebelling. I look at it like a subculture, like being goth.”

“The job of children and adolescents is to experiment and explore where they fit into the world, and a big part of that exploration, especially during adolescence, is around their sense of identity,” Sasha Ayad, a licensed professional counselor based in Phoenix, told me. “Children at that age often present with a great deal of certainty and urgency about who they believe they are at the time and things they would like to do in order to enact that sense of identity.”

Ayad, a co-author of “When Kids Say They’re Trans: A Guide for Thoughtful Parents,” advises parents to be wary of the gender affirmation model. “We’ve always known that adolescents are particularly malleable in relationship to their peers and their social context and that exploration is often an attempt to navigate difficulties of that stage, such as puberty, coming to terms with the responsibilities and complications of young adulthood, romance and solidifying their sexual orientation,” she told me. For providing this kind of exploratory approach in her own practice with gender dysphoric youth, Ayad has had her license challenged twice, both times by adults who were not her patients. Both times, the charges were dismissed.

Studies show that around eight in 10 cases of childhood gender dysphoria resolve themselves by puberty and 30 percent of people on hormone therapy discontinue its use within four years, though the effects, including infertility, are often irreversible.

Proponents of early social transition and medical interventions for gender dysphoric youth cite a 2022 study showing that 98 percent of children who took both puberty blockers and cross-sex hormones continued treatment for short periods, and another study that tracked 317 children who socially transitioned between the ages of 3 and 12, which found that 94 percent of them still identified as transgender five years later. But such early interventions may cement children’s self-conceptions without giving them time to think or sexually mature.

‘The Process of Transition Didn’t Make Me Feel Better’

At the end of her freshman year of college, Grace Powell, horrifically depressed, began dissociating, feeling detached from her body and from reality, which had never happened to her before. Ultimately, she said, “the process of transition didn’t make me feel better. It magnified what I found was wrong with myself.”

“I expected it to change everything, but I was just me, with a slightly deeper voice,” she added. “It took me two years to start detransitioning and living as Grace again.”

She tried in vain to find a therapist who would treat her underlying issues, but they kept asking her: How do you want to be seen? Do you want to be nonbinary? Powell wanted to talk about her trauma, not her identity or her gender presentation. She ended up getting online therapy from a former employee of the Tavistock clinic in Britain. This therapist, a woman who has broken from the gender-affirming model, talked Grace through what she sees as her failure to launch and her efforts to reset. The therapist asked questions like: Who is Grace? What do you want from your life? For the first time, Powell felt someone was seeing and helping her as a person, not simply looking to slot her into an identity category.

Many detransitioners say they face ostracism and silencing because of the toxic politics around transgender issues.

“It is extraordinarily frustrating to feel that something I am is inherently political,” Powell told me. “I’ve been accused multiple times that I’m some right-winger who’s making a fake narrative to discredit transgender people, which is just crazy.”

While she believes there are people who benefit from transitioning, “I wish more people would understand that there’s not a one-size-fits-all solution,” she said. “I wish we could have that conversation.”

In a recent study in The Archives of Sexual Behavior, about 40 young detransitioners out of 78 surveyed said they had suffered from rapid onset gender dysphoria. Trans activists have fought hard to suppress any discussion of rapid onset gender dysphoria, despite evidence that the condition is real. In its guide for journalists, the activist organization GLAAD warns the media against using the term, as it is not “a formal condition or diagnosis.” Human Rights Campaign, another activist group, calls it “a right-wing theory.” A group of professional organizations put out a statement urging clinicians to eliminate the term from use.

Nobody knows how many young people desist after social, medical or surgical transitions. Trans activists often cite low regret rates for gender transition, along with low figures for detransition. But those studies, which often rely on self-reported cases to gender clinics, likely understate the actual numbers. None of the seven detransitioners I interviewed, for instance, even considered reporting back to the gender clinics that prescribed them medication they now consider to have been a mistake. Nor did they know any other detransitioners who had done so.

As Americans furiously debate the basis of transgender care, a number of advances in understanding have taken place in Europe, where the early Dutch studies that became the underpinning of gender-affirming care have been broadly questioned and criticized. Unlike some of the current population of gender dysphoric youth, the Dutch study participants had no serious psychological conditions. Those studies were riddled with methodological flaws and weaknesses. There was no evidence that any intervention was lifesaving. There was no long-term follow-up with any of the study’s 55 participants or the 15 who dropped out. A British effort to replicate the study said that it “identified no changes in psychological function” and that more studies were needed.

In countries like Sweden, Norway, France, the Netherlands and Britain — long considered exemplars of gender progress — medical professionals have recognized that early research on medical interventions for childhood gender dysphoria was either faulty or incomplete. Last month, the World Health Organization, in explaining why it is developing “a guideline on the health of trans and gender diverse people,” said it will cover only adults because “the evidence base for children and adolescents is limited and variable regarding the longer-term outcomes of gender-affirming care for children and adolescents.”

But in America, and Canada, the results of those widely criticized Dutch studies are falsely presented to the public as settled science.

Other countries have recently halted or limited the medical and surgical treatment of gender dysphoric youth, pending further study. Britain’s Tavistock clinic was ordered to be shut down next month, after a National Health Service-commissioned investigation found deficiencies in service and “a lack of consensus and open discussion about the nature of gender dysphoria and therefore about the appropriate clinical response.”

Meanwhile, the American medical establishment has hunkered down, stuck in an outdated model of gender affirmation. The American Academy of Pediatrics only recently agreed to conduct more research in response to yearslong efforts by dissenting experts, including Dr. Julia Mason, a self-described “bleeding-heart liberal.”

The larger threat to transgender people comes from Republicans who wish to deny them rights and protections. But the doctrinal rigidity of the progressive wing of the Democratic Party is disappointing, frustrating and counterproductive.

“I was always a liberal Democrat,” one woman whose son desisted after social transition and hormone therapy told me. “Now I feel politically homeless.”

She noted that the Biden administration has “unequivocally” supported gender-affirming care for minors, in cases in which it deems it “medically appropriate and necessary.” Rachel Levine, the assistant secretary for health at the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services, told NPR in 2022 that “there is no argument among medical professionals — pediatricians, pediatric endocrinologists, adolescent medicine physicians, adolescent psychiatrists, psychologists, et cetera — about the value and the importance of gender-affirming care.”

Of course, politics should not influence medical practice, whether the issue is birth control, abortion or gender medicine. But unfortunately, politics has gotten in the way of progress. Last year The Economist published a thorough investigation into America’s approach to gender medicine. Zanny Minton Beddoes, the editor, put the issue into political context. “If you look internationally at countries in Europe, the U.K. included, their medical establishments are much more concerned,” Beddoes told Vanity Fair. “But here — in part because this has become wrapped up in the culture wars where you have, you know, crazy extremes from the Republican right — if you want to be an upstanding liberal, you feel like you can’t say anything.”

Some people are trying to open up that dialogue, or at least provide outlets for kids and families to seek a more therapeutic approach to gender dysphoria.

Paul Garcia-Ryan is a psychotherapist in New York who cares for kids and families seeking holistic, exploratory care for gender dysphoria. He is also a detransitioner who from ages 15 to 30 fully believed he was a woman.

Garcia-Ryan is gay, but as a boy, he said, “it was much less threatening to my psyche to think that I was a straight girl born into the wrong body — that I had a medical condition that could be tended to.” When he visited a clinic at 15, the clinician immediately affirmed he was female, and rather than explore the reasons for his mental distress, simply confirmed Garcia-Ryan’s belief that he was not meant to be a man.

Once in college, he began medically transitioning and eventually had surgery on his genitals. Severe medical complications from both the surgery and hormone medication led him to reconsider what he had done, and to detransition. He also reconsidered the basis of gender affirmation, which, as a licensed clinical social worker at a gender clinic, he had been trained in and provided to clients.

“You’re made to believe these slogans,” he said. “Evidence-based, lifesaving care, safe and effective, medically necessary, the science is settled — and none of that is evidence based.”

Garcia-Ryan, 32, is now the board president of Therapy First, an organization that supports therapists who do not agree with the gender affirmation model. He thinks transition can help some people manage the symptoms of gender dysphoria but no longer believes anyone under 25 should socially, medically or surgically transition without exploratory psychotherapy first.

“When a professional affirms a gender identity for a younger person, what they are doing is implementing a psychological intervention that narrows a person’s sense of self and closes off their options for considering what’s possible for them,” Garcia-Ryan told me.

Instead of promoting unproven treatments for children, which surveys show many Americans are uncomfortable with, transgender activists would be more effective if they focused on a shared agenda. Most Americans across the political spectrum can agree on the need for legal protections for transgender adults. They would also probably support additional research on the needs of young people reporting gender dysphoria so that kids could get the best treatment possible.

A shift in this direction would model tolerance and acceptance. It would prioritize compassion over demonization. It would require rising above culture-war politics and returning to reason. It would be the most humane path forward. And it would be the right thing to do.

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For those who want tor ead more by those fighting the cancellation forquestioning, read:

Graham Lineham, who's been fighting since the beginning and paid the price, but is not seeing things turn around.

The Glinner Update, Grahan Linehan's Substack.

Kellie-Jay Keen @ThePosieParker, who's been physically attacked for organizing events for women demanding women-only spaces.

REDUXX, Feminst news & opinion.

Gays Against Groomers @againstgrmrs, A nonprofit of gay people and others within the community against the sexualization, indoctrination and medicalization of children under the guise of "LGBTQIA+"

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The methodology for the Cass review was established by a team from the University of York including Tilly Langdon, who has previously been involved in promoting Gender Exploratory Therapy – an approach which, despite its neutral-sounding name, discourages children from identifying as trans and has been likened to conversion therapy. Her approach included setting a very high bar for evidence to be considered in the review, ruling out 100 of the existing 103 studies into the use of puberty blockers and hormones to treat trans children. The reason given for excluding all these studies was that they did not incorporate a double blind approach – in other words, they did not involve giving puberty blockers to some patients and placebos to others. This might sound like a reasonable objection on the face of it – until one considers that puberty is a dramatic physical and psychological process, and people can easily tell when it’s happening to them, so a double blind simply wouldn’t work in practice. The Cass review called for more research and, again, few would disagree with this. The suggestion that treatment should be withheld in the process, however, is not neutral. It presupposes that the harm done by puberty blockers (demineralisation of bones, which is usually temporary in the short-term treatment recommended and is similar to what occurs in pregnancy) is more severe than the harm done to a trans child by going through the wrong sort of puberty. The latter is linked to high rates of self-harm and suicidal ideation, together with the need, in many cases, for extensive surgical procedures. Confusingly, the review states that children taking puberty blockers showed “no changes in gender dysphoria or body satisfaction”, which suggests that the author didn’t actually understand what puberty blockers do at all. They don’t make children feel better – they just delay a process that makes them feel worse. This is one of several oddities in a report that lacks internal consistency. It states that there is no established definition of social transition, for instance, and does not offer one, but goes on to talk about it as if there were. It also talks about autistic ‘girls’ identifying as trans in increasing numbers, treating this as mysterious and as cause for concern, despite acknowledging elsewhere that more and more girls are being diagnosed as autistic, so one would expect more diagnoses to be present within any subsection of the young female-assigned population. Perhaps the most worrying of the review’s conclusions – which should concern people far beyond the trans community – is the suggestion that as far as NHS treatment is concerned, trans people should be treated as children until they are 25. The rational for this is that 25 is the age when (on average) the brain stops developing. As any neurologist will tell you, the brain is in fact never static, and within ten years or so of that age, it begins to shrink. Deciding who has the capacity to make decisions based on brain age could have unintended consequences for the likes of Cass (64). That aside, what would setting the age of true adulthood at 25 mean for everybody else? If we couldn’t allow people to consent to medical treatment at 24, should we ask them to risk dying for us? If not, then at a stroke we could lose a quarter of our armed forces. Likewise, we would have to give serious thought to what to do about a third of parents who might not be considered competent to look after their newborn children. And then there are issues like contraception. Right-wingers have long contended, on one pretext or another, that teenage girls shouldn’t have the right to take the pill without their parents’ consent. This is where the review’s suggestion starts to look less like a double standard and more like the thin end of a very nasty wedge.

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(Un)natural Instincts (Part 5)

*Series taglist is closed.

angst, fluff, smut

Pairings: OT7 x Fem Reader, Human CEO Reader, Human Assistant Yoongi, Wolf Hybrids Joon, Jin, Hobi, Jimin, Tae, and Kook.

Basic premise: You and your assistant end up rescuing six wolf hybrids. No part of the process is easy.

Part 1 > Part 2 > Part 3 > Part 4 > Part 5 > Part 6

General Warnings: Hybrid abuse and lab experimentation, hybrids as second-class citizens/owned property, future smut (Minors DNI, 18+ content)

Specific Warnings: brief mention of the lasting effects of performing sexual acts under the influence of the synthetic hormones (aka dubcon), slight daddy issues

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Yoongi wakes up to the sound of his phone alarm blaring in his ear. It takes him a moment to remember he’s not in his room, the chandelier on the ceiling making that evident. No matter how many times he sleeps in this room, the extravagance of it will always startle him. You really were not one for subtlety when it came to home décor (or at least, twenty-one-year-old you wasn’t).

He looks at the door and remembers the reason he’s here…how there’s six wolf hybrids on the other side. Sure, they’re about as docile as a box of puppies at the moment, but it’s only a handful of more days until that changes. And worst of all, he still has to go to work and leave you alone with them for hours—especially now that you’ve paused housekeeping and chef visits. Even if you didn’t pause them, they’d stop coming on their own; no one sane would take a chance around a 40% wolf pack slowly remembering their natural instincts. Hell, the security services he’s looked at won’t even take that risk. No matter how many times he tells you how insane of a decision this is, your stubbornness will always win out in the end. He’s never been able to stop you when you’re determined to do something.

Yoongi wishes he could stay here with you, but he knows there’s no way you’d rest easy without him keeping you updated on business. He’s always been your right-hand, and while others might find the role burdensome, he prides himself on it. You don’t keep people close often, having your guard set up higher than the Great Wall of China, and it feels nice knowing he can see a side of you others don’t. Yes, it’s probably the feelings talking—feelings he’s tried to shoo away for a long time now—but that doesn’t make it any less true. He likes this job, and being by your side every day, far too much to risk it by trying anything. And he sure as hell won’t be put in the box of men who constantly hit on you during work, knowing far too well how much you hate their gazes and remarks.

It's when he’s making his way to the kitchen for his morning coffee does he lock eyes with Jimin, who’s already bright-eyed and making pancakes.

“Good morning, Sir! Would you like some pancakes and bacon?”

Yoongi doesn’t normally eat breakfast, but he does not have it in him to say no to the cheery wolf.

“Um…sure, thank you.”

“My pleasure. Anything else I can get you? Juice? Coffee?”

“I can make my own coffee but thank you for offering.”

“No please, I insist!”

He doesn’t leave any room for objections as he races over to the coffee machine, keeping a skillful eye on the pancake on the stove while brewing a new pot.

Yoongi watches awkwardly, not really knowing what to do in this situation. He’s never really talked to a hybrid before.

Do I just talk like I would to another person? Should I howl? No, dumbass, don’t howl. That’s weird.

He opts to stay silent as Jimin prepares his meal.

The wolf is in a visibly cheery mood, as evident by the soft whistling he does while making his way around the kitchen. The cause of this mood is simple: his hyung was still not in the room when he woke up. If you’re using Hoseok’s services, then that’s one step closer to getting you to use the whole pack. Which means they have a chance at staying here. Hoseok hyung did his part, now it’s Jimin’s turn. So he woke up early, memorized where everything in the kitchen was, and started working his magic.

And the fruit—or pancake—of his labor is sitting pretty on a plate, served with a cup of hot coffee on the side. He waits eagerly for Yoongi to take his first bite, which the man does quickly under the expecting gaze.

“This is really good, thank you.” He mumbles between mouthfuls, making the younger man break into a wide grin.

“Thank you for enjoying it Sir! I can make it again for breakfast tomorrow, or eggs, or toas—”

“Just Yoongi is fine. ‘Sir’ isn’t necessary. And thank you again for the food, but there’s no need to cook every morning. I usually prefer to make my own coffee and head out.”

“Oh…then I’ll just prepare the coffee for you! It’ll be in your hand right when you walk out your room!”

Yoongi waves his hand dismissively,

“No need. I’ll make it myself.”

Jimin looks for any sign of a trick. He remembers things like this from the lab, where they’d give him trick scenarios to see if he was smart enough to catch on. But Yoongi’s face doesn’t indicate anything.

He seems awkward, so maybe he just doesn’t know how to use a hybrid yet? I should let him know how to use me.

“But I’m here to serve y/n, and you’re y/n’s guest. This is what I’m made to do.”

Yoongi takes a deep breath, it’s too damn early in the morning for a conversation like this.

“Neither y/n nor I are expecting any services from you or the others. This house is a place for you to recover and rest.”

Now the wolf looks even more perplexed.

“But y/n is using our services. She let Jin hyung do the dishes yesterday, Jungkook helped move furniture around, and Hoseok hyung was with her all night. So why can’t I make you a cup of coffee every morning?”

Yoongi halts his motions, replaying what he just heard in his head.

Hoseok hyung was with her all night.

Hoseok…the “romantic” hybrid?

No. It couldn’t be.

You wouldn’t do something like that.

“What do you mean he was with her all night?”

“Hyung went over last night. He’s still in the room with her now.” He says if it’s most casual thing in the world.

Yoongi’s legs work faster than his brain at that moment, as he’s already rushing to your door in an instant, leaving an oblivious Jimin to clean up in the kitchen.

He knocks but you don’t answer, so he knocks louder. It’s Hoseok who delicately opens the door, making Yoongi feel like he’s about to vomit the entire breakfast he’s just had.

He practically bulldozes his way in, looking around for you before hearing the water running from the bathroom.

“Y-y/n is in the shower. D-did you need anything, Sir?”

“Don’t call me Sir.” He snaps.

Hoseok doesn’t know what to do. This is his first time talking to this man, and it’s clear he’s already in his bad graces. It feels as if his feet are stuck in one place.

“What happened last night, between the two of you?”

Hoseok knows it’s wrong to lie, especially to a guest brought by his owner. He knows he should say what really happened: how you and him slept on opposite sides of the bed and didn’t even touch the entire night, how he didn’t even have a single thought of touching you nor the desire to have sex with anyone anymore—but how could he, a romantic, trained to do just that, admit this? How could he admit it to himself, let alone Yoongi?

So he doesn’t.

“I-I w-was g-good for her the whole n-night. She was happy with my s-service.”

What the fuck y/n.

Yoongi’s seeing red, leaving the house as soon as possible and not sparing Jimin a single glance as the wolf exclaims a “Have a good day at work!” on his way out.

___

Something feels off when you text Yoongi this morning. He’s usually not the most expressive texter, but his tone feels cold even for him. So you ask if he’s free for a call, which he says he’s too busy for. That’s the second red flag. Yoongi never declines your calls unless he’s with his mother in the hospital.

Maybe there’s problems with her health again? Maybe it’s got him distracted at work?

Your worries keep you too occupied to realize how eagerly Jimin is standing there, waiting for praise for his creation. It’s only when the wolf’s nervous fidgeting becomes unavoidable do you look up and get the cue.

“Thank you so much for breakfast Jimin. It was delicious.”

His heart swells at the compliment.

“Did Yoongi eat this before he left?”

He nods.

“How did he seem? His mood, I mean.”

Jimin stares up for a moment, recalling the interaction.

“He seemed okay? He said he liked the food, but then he got up really quickly to go somewhere…back to his room I think? I’m not sure. Then he left the house really fast.”

“I see.”

You wrack your brain, trying to think of what could have happened in the morning. But you have to remind yourself that it’s Yoongi, and one thing about Yoongi is that he opens up on his own terms—something you both have in common—so all you can really do is wait until he’s ready to talk about whatever’s on his mind. Hopefully it’s something you can help out with.

“Is everyone else awake? Have they already had breakfast?”

“We’re allowed to have breakfast too?” His pupils dilate at the thought. No one thought breakfast would be on the table when you were already being so generous with lunch and dinner. He’s been staring at each pancake he’s flipped, desire in his eyes as thick as the maple syrup he drizzled.

“Yes Jimin, breakfast is for everyone here.”

“I’ll get the others right now! Thank you so much!”

You watch fondly as he does a half-walk half-skip out of sight.

“Guys! Y/n said we can eat breakfast, come on out!” It doesn’t take long until the four from the hybrid room come out, and Hoseok makes his way out from your room, instantly receiving proud looks and pats on the back from his packmates.

“What did she say about last night?!” Taehyung wastes no time in inquiring from his hyung.

Hoseok chuckles nervously, wanting nothing to get the five pairs of eyes off of him.

“She was very satisfied.” The words are bitter as they leave his mouth.

“I knew it! No one can resist our Hobi! Good job hyung!”

Namjoon is simultaneously relieved yet disappointed. Relieved that there’s a chance to stay, but disappointed with himself that he couldn’t step up and be the reason. He can’t help but feel like he let Hoseok down by relying on him. He’s the Alpha. He’s supposed to be the reliable one.

“Come on guys, let’s go eat.”

___

“Thank you so much for the meal y/n. We’ll wash up first then assist you in any way you need.”

“You can use the other three vacant bathrooms if you don’t want to wait on each other. There’s fresh towels under each sink.”

“Oh just one bathroom is enough. We’re used to showering together.”

You don’t miss the way Jungkook recoils at the mention of a shower.

“Jungkook doesn’t like showers. He prefers baths.” You state matter-of-factly, surprising Namjoon.

Has his pup been going around demanding things from you? He knows better than to do that.

Jungkook writhes under his Alpha’s gaze, unable to handle disappointing him.

He knows he’ll have to go back to showers with the others now, but there’s a selfish voice in the back of his head wishing he didn’t.

“He’s fine with showers, aren’t you Koo?”

Jungkook nods quick, but you’re not buying it.

“Jungkook, don’t lie to me. Are you sure you’re okay with taking a shower?”

His throat goes dry. He can’t lie to you but he also knows what he’s about to say will disappoint his packmates—make him look like a spoiled brat.

“N-not really. I-I’d like to take a bath please—if that’s allowed.”

“Jungkook. We are not going to waste y/n’s water by washing up separately. You know better.” Namjoon’s voice is low and solemn, making the other hybrids watch with bated breaths. He feels bad, knowing why Jungkook is so afraid. The labs used to only let them have freezing cold showers. The researchers didn’t like how he would shiver in the stall, something the rest were much better at controlling. They called it misbehaving and made him stay behind to hose him down with even colder water.

So, no one really blames Jungkook for not wanting to take a shower here, but it’s about principle. Sure, it seemed you were lenient enough to let Jungkook have his way on some matters, but that was when it was just the two of you. What if the others follow his example and start asking for special treatment? There’s only so much you’d allow before getting fed up with them. No, he has to snip it off at the bud, make sure everyone is behaving perfectly for you.

Jungkook’s floundering, looking for any way out, but thankfully you step in.

“It’s okay Namjoon, really. Everyone’s free to use either one, and please feel free to take individual showers. You could each take twelve hour showers and I’d still have more than enough money for the water bill, I promise.”

Namjoon examines your face carefully, seeing nothing but sincerity.

“Are you sure?”

“One thousand percent.”

The atmosphere lightens up enough for Taehyung to speak up from the back.

“W-what about warm water? Is that okay?”

“More than okay.”

Namjoon looks at you with a sliver of solace, but still on guard for the slightest hint of a trap.

___

The rest of the day goes by with the hybrids focusing on little tasks you’ve allocated.

Jungkook’s still making his way through Extraordinary Woo, Hoseok joining in with his own little notebook. You still can’t look the older one in the eye after last night, feeling like shit for even considering what he was offering you. Thank god you snapped out of it quick, or you could never forgive yourself. You still need to find a good time to sit them around and tell them nothing happened; as dumb of a decision you made to let him sleep over, the last thing you want is for anyone to actually think you did anything more than just sleeping. Every time you tried to bring up the topic at breakfast, however, Hoseok asked you some other question to distract you, never quite letting you get the words out.

Jin, Jimin, and Taehyung are tucked away in an abandoned study room, organizing your extensive book collection. It was Jin who suggested it, having his hands itching to clean the moment you showed the room during last night’s tour. It’s not hard labor, so you agree to appease them.

Namjoon prefers to keep by your side in your home office, working on a rather difficult puzzle you laid out for him. It’s endearing to watch his chin protrude as he scans the image on the box and the 250 pieces scattered on the table.

Even though you’re technically on vacation, work never really stops, as evident by the documents that need your approval piling in the database. Yoongi texts you updates of a couple of ventures, but it’s with the same stand-offish tone. It makes you more upset than you care to admit, not receiving his little sarcastic quips throughout the day.

You’re scanning through some current market trends when you receive the call you’ve been dreading: your father. You clear your throat before answering, trying to come off as confident as you can.

“Hello father.”

Namjoon’s ears perk up at that. He knows he shouldn’t use his hybrid hearing right now, keep everything filtered to his immediate surroundings like they taught at the lab (no one likes a nosy pet), but his curiosity gets the best of him. He almost jumps at the yelling on the other side of the phone, your father clearly not happy with you at the moment. He doesn’t make it obvious that he’s listening in, only sparing the shortest glances your way in between the puzzle. Your face is aloof through it all, showing no indication that you’re being so harshly berated at the moment; it’s an expression he’s all too familiar with. It’s one that was trained into him perfectly at the lab; stoic, statue-esque features to never show you’re scared—never show weakness. Namjoon, who’s had it beaten and drugged into him, can’t help but wonder what circumstances made you have the same expression.

You hang up just as calmly as you picked up, only indication of your actual mood being your nervously tapping foot.

“Is everything alright? Anything I can help with?”

He knows nothing is alright, considering you’ve spent the last fifteen minutes with your father telling you how spineless you’re being.

“The people at my company don’t like me right now. If you know how to change that, I’m very much all ears.”

He’s surprised to receive a real answer, expecting you to give him an unconvincing “Everything’s fine” at the best and a “None of your fucking business” at the worst. Not many people actually answer hybrids, he’s learned since entering captivity. In the wild, where no one would dare dismiss a wolf hybrid, he was used to having his thoughts valued at the highest regard. However, the human world taught him quickly that hybrids weren’t meant to be talked to as equals—it will always be a master/pet relationship.

It's been a while since someone other than his packmates have earnestly asked for his opinion.

“Can’t you fire them if they don’t agree with you?”

You smile at him, but not the mocking “that’s a stupid idea” smile he’s used to with humans, but rather a sad “I wish it was that simple” smile.

“As much as it is my company on paper, my father still impacts a lot of the decisions I make. I can’t really fire them for stuff he doesn’t think 'important'. If I do, he’ll fly out to the next shareholder meeting at literal superspeed, I’m sure. If they don’t violate any major laws or policies, I basically have my hands tied. Just have to pretend everything is okay.”

The wolf’s features soften, weirdly understanding where you’re coming from. He feels the same, with his “Alpha” position holding no real value anymore. He’s only the leader of his pack on paper, but it’s you who provides for them. It’s you who they follow.

“That sounds really rough, especially having to pretend you’re okay when you’re not.” He doesn’t know what else to say. He wishes he could give you some genius solution that would prove to you how useful he is, but that’s all that comes out.

“We both do that well, don’t we? I think that’s why I’m drawn to you the most.”

It’s evident on Namjoon’s face that that’s the last thing he was expecting to hear from you—or from anyone really. If you should be drawn to anyone it should be Jungkook with his doe eyes and unadulterated innocence, or Hoseok with his irresistible charisma, or Jin, Jimin, and Taehyung with their soft and loving temperaments. Not him. Not him who’s rough and rigid and the least fun. Not him who does nothing but worry all day yet put up a front that he’s strong and in-charge.

“You seem surprised to hear that.”

“I’m usually not what people are drawn to.”

“People like us never are, are we? I wouldn’t tell my worries so candidly to most people you know, but I see so much of myself in you.”

People like us. Not pet and owner…both people.

Again, he doesn’t know what the right thing to say is.

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genderkoolaid · 2 months

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Is there anywhere I can read more about nonbinary medical transitions? I’ve never heard about it before, but as a cis woman, I am trying to educate myself about the issues others face and make sure that I don’t perpetuate myths / falsehoods.

Anything else that you think could help me understand about being non binary too would be appreciated. Again, I’m learning as I go.

Thank you.

Phallo.net and metoidioplasty.net both have sections on nonbinary bottom surgery; I don't know if they have sister sites for vulval/vaginal-making surgeries. transfemscience.org has an article on nonbinary estrogen HRT options.

Some basics on nonbinary* medical transitions:

Nonbinary people can want any or all of the same things a binary trans person can want out of medical transition. We should be allowed to get any or all of the same treatments a binary person can get without having to lie about who we are.

(Also its just generally important to remember that abinary people (those who do not identify as men or women) are only part of "nonbinary" which can include a wide variety of men, women, menwomen, womenmen, others and etc.)

Hormones: Some people will go on HRT for a certain period of time to get some effects, and then go off it (or switch to a different kind, if they've had a gonadectomy) to get other effects. Some people will go on a lower dose of hormones to get effects slower or to a lesser extent. Some people will use certain hormones to counteract certain effects (for example, DHT blockers inhibit androgenic hair loss & growth, SERMS inhibit breast growth)

Surgery: Some people will transition by getting sterilized a way cis people typically do (hysterectomy, vasectomy, gonadectomies). Some people will get breast reduction but not removal. Some people will get breast implants. Some trans people will only get "part" of bottom surgery (vaginectomy, orchiectomy). Some people will get both a penis and a vagina (through phallo/meta or peritoneal pull through vaginoplasty). Some people will get a large clitoris or a small penis. Some people will get "nulloplasty" and remove external genitals entirely.

*nonbinary here not so much referring to gender identity as much as medical processes that are used to actively creating an outside-the-binary body.

#m.#ask box

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midnight-vixn · 2 years

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I like to imagine the demons going into heat/rut or whatever, and you use a potion/spell to make your clit a dick so they can breed and be bred whenever the mood switches for them 🥰 I’m also just genderqueer so I love the idea of having both properly working worlds

*slams fists on table* I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS!!! God I’m am SO glad you sent this ask!!!

💋 Rut Season & Heat Cycles

Reader has the ability to have a dick or pussy thanks to the power of ✨magic✨ literally. All brothers included.

Cw: MAJOR breeding kink, somnophilia (consensual), cockwarming, marking, pegging, exhibitionism, cum lots and lots of cum, cream pies, possessive/territorial behavior, collars, threesomes, demon form fucking, sex toys tons of sex toys, free use/poly relations, marking, demons being demons (a little death/death threats)

Pre-Rut

Before actual Rut begins there are major changes in the demons around you that signal the upcoming season. The brothers will argue more often, occasionally shoving each other and knocking things out of their hands, unusually rude behavior coming from all of them that differs from the norm. They dote on you a little more though, trying to give you small gifts, asking for alone time more often. The closer to Rut you get the more aggressive and territorial they become, you start finding your clothes (not just underwear) covered in their scent, marking you and trying to claim you before the season starts.

Rut Season

Rut season occurs during the early spring in the Devildom and last about three weeks; all demons are affected by it. Thanks to the intense hormones running rampant, demon forms are taken and fights break out constantly between dominant males fighting for a piece of ass, because of this Diavolo makes the decision to shut down RAD during Rut. You and Solomon are prime targets for any demon that’s ever had a thing for you, so naturally Solomon is locked away at Purgatory Hall for the time being and you reside inside the walls of the HoL…lucky you💋

The Twins

Beelzebub and Belphegor normally have no issues, they rarely fight, they spend most of their time together, they share everything including you. Not during Rut though…

Beel is the gentle giant of the family and though he’s one of the youngest (therefore weaker) he has the most testosterone flowing through him which makes him deadly during Rut. His usual soft demeanor is gone and a low growl stays in his chest the entire month, especially when other demons get too close to his things, specifically you. His brothers avoid him at all costs, the only ones who dare enter the same room as him are Lucifer and Satan who would gladly get into a fight during Rut.

Beel will challenge anyone and anything that annoys him but is still sweet on you. Well…as sweet as he can be. When he gets ahold of you don’t expect to leave or walk anytime soon. Beel has a breeding kink that lies dormant normally but during Rut that’s all he can think about, even if you can’t get pregnant that won’t stop him from pumping you full. Mating press yes, but honestly he loves fucking you from behind even more so he can watch his cum leak back out of you after the seventh load. His mind is completely blank except for breed. There’s no sweet kisses or praises like usual just rough animal like grunts and growls as he rails you into next year. Beel loves to fuck you in his room or the kitchen so his brothers know he’s marked you recently.

Belphie ditches his usual laid back attitude and adopts a rather possessive one, if you spend time with him he wants no one else in the room. He doesn’t want them to look at you, talk to you, think about you or even be in the same room. A lot of it stems from being isolated for so long, the rest of it stems from him be the weakest demon in the house. He wasn’t graced with the bulk of hormones his twin was and knows that if one of his brothers really wanted to fight for you he would lose. Which is why he makes you spend time with him in the attic, the only brother who wanders up there is Beel and even that causes issues at times.

Belphie does a 180 on his normal “you do all the work and I’ll provide the cock” approach to sex. His somno kink kicks in big time during Rut, if you aren’t already sleeping with him at night you can expect to wake up to him fucking you/giving you head in your room. He absolutely loves when you ride him in reverse cowgirl so he can watch your ass and pull your hips down harder but he also loves to have you pressed deep into the pillows while he fucks you senseless and you reach up to choke him a little (or a lot). He’ll mostly fuck you in the attic to keep you away from his brothers but he’ll also fuck you on the couch in the main living room or the observatory.

The first Rut you experienced was terrifying, a simple afternoon with Belphie in the attic— who was busy sucking on your neck and feeling you up— quickly turned violent when Beelzebub showed up wanting you for himself. The first real fight you had ever seen the twins get into, actually yelling at each other and locking horns as they fought over who would have you. If you hadn’t suggested the threesome Belphie would’ve been pinned into submission pretty quickly by his brother who was already towering over him while growling low enough to make your stomach flip. After that you learned pretty quickly how to avoid another fight. Beel would never hurt you, even if he had his horns locked with his brother, so if you could calm him down by running your hands over his chest and asking him to share then you could deescalate the tension. The sheer force in which the two of them fucked you however, you could not avoid.

Asmodeus

If you think Asmo is normal you’re sadly mistaken, he’s a fucked up guy really. You forget his demonic side pretty quickly but boy does it show back up during Rut. Asmo gets plenty of sex year round so he’s not as horribly horny as his brothers but he becomes very territorial over you. He’ll take you out to lunch or go shopping (secretly so Lucifer and Diavolo don’t find out) because he knows you need some time away from the house. May the Demon King himself help the poor bastard that tries to get near you though, Asmo is quick to put them in their place, threatening to disembowel them and sell their body parts for shoe money, all while wearing a beautiful smile on his face.

Asmodeus has never been one to shy away from a good time. He’ll gladly please you whenever and wherever, in his room, under the table at dinner, in the dressing room at Majolish, in a back room at The Fall, literally anywhere he can sneak off with you. You can go to his room to escape his insatiable brothers but you have to pay the price, which is letting him finger you/stroke you off while you sit between his legs and he praises you for what a good little human you are. Asmo always makes your legs weak when you fuck but during Rut it’s like you forget how to walk altogether.

Satan

Second in line right under Beel for “Avoid at all Cost” during Rut. His temper and hormones clash to create one very aggressive dominant male. The normal hopeless romantic who tries to keep his sin in check is now a raging beast set out to pick a fight with any one who crosses his path. The fights that have occurred when Satan and Lucifer bump into each other in the hall have cost more to repair than Mammon has ever racked up in credit card debt. Once you arrive Satan tries to stay in his room for the most part during Rut, hoping to eliminate the possibility of you being hurt from one of the fights.

You’re too good to him though, you stop by to check on him and that’s where you mess up. You barely get a “hi” out before Satan has you pressed against his door, stripped naked and his cock rutting against your thighs. His hands travel over your body and a deep growl fills your ear right before he buries himself inside you, fucking you hard enough that you’re almost certain the door will give way at any moment. Satan develops a breeding kink the first Rut you spend with him, his preferred position to breed you in is face down ass up so he can mount you and bite down on your shoulders when he cums. Satan makes sure to fuck you hard enough to make your screams reach every corner of the HoL knowing that Lucifer is bound to hear it.

(If you’re brave enough and think you can survive the fuck fest, Rut is a good time to try a threesome with Satan and Lucifer. The odds improve surprisingly)

Leviathan

Rut turns Levi into an entirely different demon. Much more confident and a lot bolder than usual, this is where you see his “Admiral of Hell’s Navy” side shine. He spends less time in his room mainly because he’s looking for you, he hates when his brothers have already beat him to the punch and have you in their lap or on their lips. Normal Levi would back off and wallow in pity, Rut Levi gets overly jealous and claims what’s his. If it’s one of his younger brothers (minus Beel) he’ll pull you off and steal you, if it’s Lucifer or Mammon he’ll challenge them for you in a horns locked dominance display. If he loses then he’ll sulk in his room until you finish and find him later.

You can’t enter his room without his dicks being in you somehow, be it one or both. If he’s gaming then you’re cockwarming one and stroking the other until he’s done, if you try to watch tv he’s got you flat on your stomach while he fucks you senseless so you can still see the screen (not that you can focus when he has both cocks in your hole). Levi has a HUGE human kink that he’ll deny with all his power under normal circumstances, but during Rut he’s got zero shame and will fuck you with his tail while he tells you how defenseless you are against a demon like him. Levi is overly possessive in Rut and will only fuck you in his or your room, but he loves to fuck you against the door so your moans and screams bleed out into the hall for his brothers to hear.

Mammon

Everyone forgets how powerful Mammon actually is until Rut comes around. He’s still sweet on you, he’ll still make sure you’re happy and in the 20 minutes between rounds he’ll be goofy like normal. But the minute anyone tries to get close to you, his eyes go dark, he growls and his wings spread out to appear bigger. You remember all those times Mammon referred to you as “his human”? Yeah…he meant it. You’re his! That lower demon who made a pass at you a few months ago? Mammon spots him around town and beats the life out of him. The asshole who made you feel bad about yourself last week? Dead. Corpse brought back as a trophy/present for you. His brothers aren’t all that safe either. They get a little too close? A little too handsy? Make a comment he thinks is out of line? He has them shoved up against the wall, growling and baring his fangs, telling them to back the hell off. The only one he won’t straight up deck in the face is Lucifer, but he’ll still butt heads and bow up at him.

If Mammon is the only brother you’re partnered with that’s great because you basically live in his room the entire month. If you’re poly then you’re in for one hell of a fight the first time. Mammon goes from clingy to territorial very quickly, his arm is always around you, his lips always on your neck, he’s ready to fuck you anywhere at all times. And he does. No room or surface is safe or off the table, he does not care who sees or walks in, in fact he’ll bend you over and fuck you in front of his brothers just to show who you belong to. If the two of you are relaxing (or trying to) and another brother starts talking to you for too long or his eyes start to wander over your body Mammon will slip his hand down your pants and start fucking with you as a dominance display. His brothers know to fuck off real quick, Beel and Lucifer are the only two who will stay and try to fight over you.

Lucifer

First born, Avatar of Pride, strongest of his brothers…boy does he show it during Rut. His well composed attitude and strict love of rules and behaving is decimated the instant Rut begins. He’s the strongest and he knows it! He holds his head high because he knows none of his brothers can top him, Beelzebub may try to challenge him and Lucifer will entertain it before putting him in his place. His brothers typically avoid him, keeping close eye when he enters a room and backing off when he approaches you. Lucifer has no problem interrupting you and one of the others even if they’re balls deep in you, he wants you, he’s taking you and no one puts up a fight…except Satan. This is where that threesome can come in to play, leaving you stuffed full while they hate/jealous fuck you.

You were warned about Rut Season long before it happened, but no one warned you about the danger that is Lucifer Morningstar himself. Pride going into full swing in an unexpected way leaves you flustered and helpless every time you leave your room. See, Rut Lucifer knows he’s the best mate in the house so he walks around shirtless, showing off his normally well covered chest and arms, and the loose sweatpants he sports give you a perfect view of his constantly rock hard cock. You think you’d be less flustered going by his office so no one can see you staring but you’d be wrong, if Lucifer is in his room or office he’s completely naked and masturbating but don’t let that stop you. He’ll happily invite you in, reveling in the way you watch him fuck his fist while you talk, very quickly pinning you against the wall and ripping your bottoms off. Normal Lucifer would only fuck you in his room or office at home or RAD, Rut Lucifer will fuck you anywhere he pleases. Bending you over any table or counter he finds, fucking you in the hallway against the wall or hell even on the floor. He leaves you full of his cum every time and loves to watch it run down your thighs as you walk down the halls of the house.

Heat Cycles 💋

Demons typically go in to heat twice a year and it’s completely different for each demon with some going in to heat up to eight times a year. Heat lasts about five to seven days and during this week the affected demon becomes incredibly submissive and is consumed with the desire to be bred even if unable to produce an offspring. Much like a menstrual cycle in humans, demons who spend a lot of time together can have their heats sink up which leads to some very…unusual events at the HOL.

Aide from your local Shady Sorcerer

The brothers love you the way you are, but if you’re willing to help them out to the fullest they’ll gladly accept any changes. If you weren’t born with a certain sex then Solomon has an easy remedy to fix that! A spell that allows you to switch between your choice of genitalia at will and allows you to use and feel everything like normal, nothing comes free though he definitely has an ulterior motive up his sleeve ;)

Lucifer

Lucifer hates going into heat, his pride literally makes him feel sick over it because typically the only way to satiate the burning feeling in his stomach is to find a mate or similar. Before your arrival Lucifer would lock himself away in his bedroom the entire week, phone turned off and door cursed so no one could contact him…and no one could hear him fucking himself. Lucifer ignores his urges on the regular but when in heat they become far too strong to ignore, he fucks his fist desperately hoping to alleviate the knot in his stomach but to no avail. Hunched over on his bed, face red with frustration and desire, his sheets covered in ropes of cum, Lucifer curses his sin for not allowing him to just find a random demon to fuck him, for needing the perfect mate. Then you come along.

The first heat Lucifer has during your stay he’s morbidly embarrassed, praying to the Demon King himself that you don’t notice the change in his behavior. He won’t ask for your help the first time, he needs time to trust you before showing you that vulnerable side, but he acts different around you. His tone is softer, he walks a little behind you instead of beside you in the halls, he tries to keep eye contact with you but will turn away when it’s too much. Once he lets you help him he becomes so helplessly wrapped up in you. He asks that you take it slow— this is his first time having a partner during such an intense feeling— he’ll lay on his side and make out with you while you prep him with your lubed fingers, moaning softly when you stretch him just right. His cock is throbbing and leaking all over his stomach and yours, he gets impatient and reaches down to stroke yours, moaning at the thought of having you inside him. Turn him over and smack his ass, his face is bright red while watching you over his shoulder, spread his ass apart and tell him how hard you’re about to fuck him. His heat is the one time he prefers degrading over praise, call him your slut, tell him his hole was made for your cock, tell him he’s yours! Leave hickeys all over his throat and hand prints on his ass, he wants to be claimed as yours for everyone to see. Lucifer only had two heats before you arrived but now his body goes through a extra one every year and if it lands when you’re in the human world he throws a fit! He’s calling you for phone sex every night and sending you very horny and needy texts all day. Once he comes out of heat do not mention his behavior around his brothers! You can mention it in privacy but only if you’re wanting him to fuck you and show you his dominant side~

Mammon

Mammon has the libido of a teenage boy already, but his heat makes it even worse! Mammon has a hard time expressing his actual feelings but he has no issue finding a one night stand or something to help him through his heat, before you show up he goes into heat four times in a year and each time he shamelessly goes searching for some dick. When I say shameless I mean shameless! Mammon doesn’t care who finds out about his random flings and he really doesn’t care if he gets caught doing the walk of shame, he got fucked the way he wanted and that’s what matters. He also has no shame in telling you he’s in heat the first time it happens with you around.

Mammon becomes even more clingy than he already was, following you everywhere and holding onto your shirt for comfort, he steals your jackets/hoodies so he can smell you on him all the time, he sleeps in your room the entire week unless he can convince you to sleep in his. He’s so incredibly horny the entire week, he wants you to fuck him constantly. He has major wet dreams about you and wakes up just to give you needy kisses while reaching between your legs and whining that he wants you. If you buy him a gold collar with your name on the tag he’ll wear it every day while in heat! In fact, that’s how you know he’s going into/just gone into heat, he’ll come down to breakfast with his collar showing under his uniform and give you a very loving and timid kiss on the cheek hoping you’ll reward him for being a good boy. He loves wearing it in public so people know he’s yours, he loves to feel owned. He’s so bad during his heat that the only way to get him to focus on anything besides your cock is to make him wear a butt plug while in class, it scratches the itch just enough to get him through the day, but once he’s home he’s on the floor begging for you. Mammon will do anything for you, he just needs you to fuck him. He’ll suck you off and give the sloppiest head, drool all over his face while he fucks himself on a dildo, he’d cry if you let him 69. Grab the back of his head and face fuck him, he’ll moan with tears in his eyes, his cock steadily dripping precum on the floor. Strip him down with just his pretty collar on and watch him play with himself, he loves watching you get hard while he teases himself and he’s quick to roll over and stick his ass in the air for you. Mammon doesn’t care where you fuck him, he’s in your lap constantly trying to feel you pressed against his ass, fuck him on the hood of his car though and he’s in love while screaming your name. He wants you to fill him with your cum, don’t stop until it’s leaking back out of his ass and even then give him more, he wants you to breed him until his legs are numb. Once he’s out of heat he’s quick to act like he did that all for you, obviously you needed to know what it was like to fuck him, not the other way around. (He’s full of shit and is in your lap blushing so hard later that night thanking you for taking care of him)

Leviathan

This kinky bitch. Levi is the ultimate 5,000 year old virgin and his heat cycle reminds him of that constantly. Levi goes into heat 3-4 times a year and there’s no way of knowing when he’ll have that extra week. Since he spent all his time locked up before you arrived anyway his brothers never knew when he was in heat and would knock on his door during the worst moments unknowingly. Being a shut in he of course had to satisfy his needs on his own, but it always felt unfulfilling, no matter how many dildos, butt plugs, cock rings, or vibrators he used he just couldn’t get the fire to die down. He would watch the filthiest porn or hentai while fucking himself in hopes of achieving that satisfied feeling but it still didn’t work. He’s so shy about telling you, but the first heat he goes into with you around he creams himself just from hearing your voice.

Leviathan is horribly shy about asking for sex normally (until you have an established relationship) but once he goes into heat he’s a little more upfront about it. He follows you everywhere, he wants to be with you constantly (just like Mammon which leads to different events), he’ll bring you his box of toys and let you pick what to use on him. He’s a slut for degradation anyway but during heat you could step on him and he’d cum. Make him wear a vibrating cockring and turn it up during class, whisper in his ear that he looks pathetic trying to grind into the feeling, hug him from behind and palm his cocks. He’s another one that wants to wear a collar with your name in public but he likes the embarrassment it causes him, he loves when you tease him about being your toy, he fidgets with the tag all day and can feel himself throb when you call him your fleshlight. Levi loves to cockwarm you, let him sit in your lap while the two of you play video games, let him solo and thrust up into him whenever he wins a level. He’s quick to drop the controller and watch as you stroke both his cocks and fuck up into him, his head falling back against your shoulder but eyes staying focused on your hands. Levi has dreamed about having someone breed him for years so when you pin him against the wall and pull his hair while you fuck him his eyes roll back in delight. He forgets how to speak, just a string of curses and whimpers, quickly reaching his climax but don’t stop, fuck don’t stop! He wants you to keep going until you’re empty, he wants to feel used and full, he’ll curl up next to you on the bed while you catch your breath and tell you how bad he wants you still, he’s your kinky little otaku to fuck stupid. Once out of heat Levi is overly embarrassed by how he acted, turning red anytime you mention how he begged for you or how he would sit at your feet and whine, it won’t stop him from doing the same thing again next time though.

Satan

Satan is so frustrated by going into heat, he wants to be fucked so badly but he doesn’t trust anyone enough to be vulnerable and submissive like that. Luckily Satan only goes into heat twice a year, otherwise he’d be a mess. He tries so hard to suppress his feelings, not wanting to look weak compared to his brothers who aren’t experiencing this intense sensation. He has a few toys to help satiate his lust but he desperately wants the real thing, he wants someone to fuck him ruthlessly, to be rough and harsh while they tell him what a pretty boy he is, he wants to be fucked until he can’t think. He’s so glad he’s built enough trust in you before his first heat comes around~

Satan’s wrath takes a back seat and instead he gets jealous, not in an aggressive way but a whiny brat way. He’ll pout if you give his brothers attention when he’s sitting there dying for you to touch him, he wants you to focus on him, he wants to be good for you. Satan loves when you put him in a mating press, you watch his eyes gloss over when you bottom out and he holds onto your shoulders for dear life. His mouth hangs open and his tongue sticks out a little, no words form just moans and whimpers. Satan only has two requests: fuck him hard and fuck him fast. He wants the whole bed the shake when you rail him, his cock smacking against his stomach and coating it in slick while you fuck him, it makes him dizzy. Make him beg for you, Satan will gladly sit on the floor between your legs and watch you stroke yourself, drooling at the sight and whimpering while he ruts against the floor or your leg. Because of his fear of looking weak in front of the others he only lets you fuck him behind closed doors, the fact that they can hear him scream your name along with “fuck yes, harder! Harder!” never seems to register with him. Once his heat subsides Satan is willing to discuss it with you more than you thought. He wants to know if you enjoyed it just as much as he did, if he should do something different to signal for assistance, he’s such a curious cat.

Asmodeus

No one can ever tell when Asmo is in heat except Solomon. Asmodeus is always ready to go so it’s difficult to pin point what’s heat behavior and what’s just normal horny Asmo. Solomon knows however because he gets to see the side of the fifth born no one else does, the whiny pouts, the thigh rides he gets when they make out, the texts begging for him to come over after class, the remote that controls the cock ring and anal plug that Asmo wore to RAD. Solomon has been assisting Asmo with his heat cycle for years and he’s thrilled when you become a new pact mate for the insatiable Avatar of Lust.

Asmo has no problem telling you he’s in heat, he’s never been shy about telling you when he’s horny so why start now? He’ll become very handsy, he’ll sit in your lap and run his fingers up and down your arms, he’ll give you a look that screams “make me yours”. His favorite thing is to invite Solomon over and have you both use him, taking turns filling his ass with cum, making him suck on one cock while the other fucks his ass once more, having him suck on both of you at once while you and Solomon make out. He loves all of it, there’s no such thing as overstimulation for him in this state, he just wants more. Remember when Solomon taught you the spell to change your body so you could help the brothers? Yeah well here’s where you pay the price, Solomon has spent years satisfying Asmo’s Lust so now he (with your permission) wants you to satisfy his. He uses the spell to change you mid session so he can keep you on edge, Asmo is thrilled having a new toy to play with, watching you and Solomon rile each other up only to spit roast him in the end, making him gag and choke while he cums for the sixth time that night. Asmo loves to talk about his heat, asking you if he looks prettier when he bottoms or tops, asking if you’ll try a new position on him next time…or tonight if you want~

Beelzebub

Our big sweet boy never understands when he goes into heat, the feeling is similar to Rut so he tries to satiate the feeling the same way he would during Rut season but it never works. He’s had flings to try and fuck the feeling away but even after he cums a fourth time his body still runs hot and his stomach still aches. It doesn’t help that he goes into heat four times a year, each time he’s just as upset because the feeling won’t go away. He’ll hump his pillow at night to try and stop it but he’s just left with wet pants and more frustration, it gets to the point that he’ll rut against anything for relief, the kitchen counter, the couch, his bed, the shower wall, he just wants the burning to stop. You’re the only thing that’s ever helped him.

Beelzebub didn’t tell you he was in heat because he didn’t really know himself, but you could tell from the way he humped against the kitchen counter one night after walking around with a massive boner all day. You stood behind him, slid one hand down his sweatpants, started to stroke slowly and felt his precum coat your hand instantly. Beel’s quick to pull his pants down and watch you work, for the first time ever the fire in his gut was finally subsiding, he cums fast and in copious amounts while moaning and bucking into your fist. He’s so grateful…but he needs more. Beel isn’t used to being a sub, he’s always on top or the power bottom, so giving you full control is new for him but he wants it so bad. Be gentle when you fuck him the first time, it’s uncharted territory for him, prep him, give him kisses, stroke his cock, tell him how pretty he is and make him feel comfortable before you slide in. Once you’re in he’s hooked, grabbing at you to be closer to him as you thrust into him over and over, fuck him from behind and he’ll move his hips to fuck himself on you, his moans are so loud the whole house knows what’s happening. He’s quick to stroke himself while you fill his ass, letting your thrusts push him into his fist faster, he loves the way you feel balls deep in his ass. Once he’s out of heat he’s happy to return the favor, he loves the way you spoil him so it’s only fair that he does the same to you, it’s not his fault you can’t walk straight afterwards.

Belphegor

Belphie’s heat is a nuisance to him, mainly because he goes into heat 13 times in a year before meeting you. That’s what happens when you get locked up, away from any social or physical contact, and left only with yourself. While trapped in the attic with no help from a mate or toys Belphie became aggressively needy, his heat making him an absolute mess, sheets stained with cum and sweat. His eyes full of tears while fucking his fist or slipping fingers in his ass, he’s so full and needs relief bad but he can’t seem to do it on his own. His nipples become extra sensitive when he goes into heat, he’s been known to lactate even with the right touch. Belphie actually goes into heat shortly after meeting you while still trapped in the attic, he hates you for doing this to him…or so he tells himself.

With most demons there’s not really a way to know what sends them into heat, it just happens, but with Belphie it’s a little different because it happens so often. The first time you kiss him he knows what’s happening soon, his whole body runs hot and his mind goes wild, he can feel that familiar warmth in his stomach building. He tries to ignore it but he can’t, he’s so hard it’s painful, he wants you so bad he can’t sleep. So he’ll come to you on his knees begging, big wet eyes looking up at you, cheeks a bright pink, he’ll whine and beg and tell you to use him how you see fit. Belphie is a whore when in heat, he wants you to use him constantly. Shove his face into the mattress, hold his horns while you fuck his ass, pull on his tail. Sit him in your lap while you fuck him, press his back against your chest, pinch on his sensitive nipples with one hand and choke him with the other, call him your slut, call him the filthiest names possible and watch his cock spurt out precum when you do. Of course this is Belphie so he loves when you fuck him slowly in his sleep too, stroking his cock and making him cum without waking him. He has zero shame so he’ll let you fuck him wherever, the bedroom, the kitchen, the planetarium, the library, anywhere as long as you cum in him multiple times. Luckily once you two start messing around he goes into heat less often, dropping down to only six times a year but he’s still just as bratty. If you’re in class when he goes into heat you can expect tons of explicit pictures, some with him using toys, other of just his hands doing their best, always captioned with some desperate plea for you to come home. When you do get home Belphie is already face down on his bed, stripped completely and ass covered in lube thanks to the various toys he’s been using all day, he’ll moan watching you undress and then spread himself open for you impatient to have you fuck him dumb. Once he’s out of heat he’s an even bigger brat than usual the first few days, acting out and trying to get your attention but it’s just because he feels vulnerable after being so submissive.

Three’s Company ✨

• Beel & Belphie normally love sharing you but when they go into heat they absolutely refuse. It’s a very sensitive time for them and they would rather have you one on one, which can be difficult when they synch up. Because the twins spend so much time together it’s not unusual for them to go into heat around the same time, they love each other and will make sure the other is safe/comfortable but they do get fussy about time with you. It can be a pain at first but once you figure out a routine they’re very easy to deal with.

• Leviathan & Mammon for some reason synch up quite often and surprisingly don’t mind sharing you. They both love to have you put their collars on and degrade them, make them sit on their knees and watch you play with yourself until they’re begging to touch you, make them fight over who gets fucked first, see who will moan the loudest for you.

• To their absolute dismay, Lucifer & Satan occasionally go into heat at the same time. They get so grumpy about it, neither one wants the other to know how weak and submissive they are currently but they can’t resist the way you tease them. Calling them your bad boys for always fighting, telling them that if they got along better you might reward them…well, maybe they could…if it’s for you. The fire in their stomachs and their throbbing erections from how much you tease them far out ways their petty arguments. They’ll agree to share you…if they both wear blindfolds and can’t see the other’s blissed out face when you fuck them.

#obey me smut #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me lucifer smut #obey me beelzebub smut #obey me mammon smut #obey me satan smut #midnight thirsts #obey me leviathan smut #obey me asmo smut #obey me belphegor smut

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vampwritesstuff · 1 year

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TMNT Brothers when Reader is on her Period

I’m totally not writing this because I’m on mine rn 💀 Also, I’ve got a few requests and I swear I will work on them! I jst have a motivation issue and it sucks, but if you would like to see more of my work you can checkout my Multi-Fandom Masterlist ! (I swear I’ll attempt to make a masterlist for each fandom separately, but we’ll see if I can actually do it lol)

Type: Headcannons

Request?: not a request

TMNT Version: Unspecified, fits for most versions

CW: obviously, mentions of blood and talk of female bodily functions, reader is AFAB

LEO

Man, this guy is oblivious as hell, he doesn’t realize you’re on your period until he sees you in the lair with a heating pad on your abdomen.

Then he feels stupid because it was so obvious you had started.

He thinks he should’ve known as soon as you started becoming more emotional.

Will 100% get you any craving you want, within reason. He’s not gonna let you eat something that’s gonna upset your stomach later.

Is down to just cuddle and watch TV together.

Doesn’t care how much his brothers tease him, he’ll be constantly worried about you.

“Do you guys think she’s alright without me there?” *insert a collective “SHUT UP LEO”*

He knows that your cramps can get crazy bad, but you guys figured out that if he laid his head on your abdomen, the pain was somewhat relieved.

Low key gets sad when you get annoyed with him, he knows you don’t mean to and it’s just the hormones, but he still manages to feel like a kicked puppy when it happens.

RAPH

Doesn’t act like he notices, but he does.

He notices hardcore.

He notices the way you’re walking to the kitchen so sluggishly, with a hand on your abdomen and your face scrunched into a look of discomfort at every movement.

He notices the weird period cravings and actually makes an effort to memorize the ones you like so that he can get more for you.

You get a lot more moody on your period so you’re constantly sassing Raph and he has to remind himself that it’s just your hormones talking.

Secretly restocks your dwindling stash of chocolate.

You don’t notice it though until you catch him in the act.

Acts like doesn’t know what you are talking about and claims he’s only replacing some because he ate a few bars.

You definitely know that’s not the case, but you don’t say anything about it.

He’ll hand you a bottle of ibuprofen/advil/midol etc. when he notices the cramps get debilitating. (Literally me)

Acts annoyed when you ask him to carry you around cause you can’t move from your cramps.

He secretly loves it though cause he can hold you and show off his strength.

MIKEY

Innocent boy doesn’t even know what a period is, was hella embarrassed when you explained it to him.

“YOUR BODY DOES WHAT?” someone help this poor boy.

He’s stunned at learning that your period can last up to a week or even longer.

“How do you bleed for that long and not die and it happens every month?!” Has gained hella respect for you.

He probably tried one of those period cramp simulators and it was horrible, Raph made fun of him for a while before you forced Raph and the other brothers to try it too.

They shut their mouths after that, and now Mikey gets to mock Raph’s squeals.

Willingly tries your period cravings, no matter how weird, and he’s ended up liking most of them.

You don’t even have to ask him to cuddle with you, he just does it because he feels so bad that you have to deal with this every month.

Mikey is very empathetic and in tune with your emotional state during your period, cause he’s an emotional boy too.

DONNIE

Only figured out that you were on your period when he made a joke about it.

“Ignore her, it’s probably just her time of the month.” “Actually, it is.” “HUH?”

Bro was so embarrassed and his brothers wouldn’t let him live it down.

He willingly, without you asking, will go buy you feminine products as a sort of apology. (Does that even count as one? He doesn’t know but at least he’s trying?)

Does research on what happens to the female body during menstruation in hopes of providing you some support.

Doesn’t touch his computer for weeks afterwards.

He’s easily flustered, he can’t help it!

Understands that you know your body better than he does, so he doesn’t really try to intervene with what you normally do during this time of month.

Gives you as much space as you want, but is ready to cuddle and watch pirated movies on his laptop as soon as you ask to.

Gets really happy when he sees you using the microwaveable lavender scented rice stuffed animal he got for you (if ykyk)

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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SPIDERNOIR WITH A A FTM READER ??

Peter Benjamin Parker/Spidernoir x ftm reader

Headcanons

Peter is from the 1930s, so sadly there probably isn’t much medical treatment you can get done. That doesn’t mean you can’t wrap your chest, though you would have to do it in unhealthy ways. You would also wear men’s clothes and have your preferred hairstyle.

Peter would have no issue with you being trans, though he wouldn’t fully understand it in the beginning but would support you anyways.

Because it’s the 30s you two can’t be open about your relationship to the public out of the dangers it poses, but in your own home you are able to be yourselves and be together.

If you guys are together you are most likely his MJ because that’s something every spiderman has to some extent, at least all peters seem to have an MJ. MJ is a very gender neutral nickname too which would help with dysphoria or confusion.

Peter is smart, so he would find a way to help you bind your chest in more healthy ways, if you wanted to bind your chest. He wouldn’t be able to get you hormone treatment because I don’t think that was a thing at the time, but he will help you with voice training.

He could also help you in working out to build more muscle to be more masc presenting if that’s what you wanted. You guys just convince the outside world you’re just a guy with a smoother face, smaller hands, and a higher voice, no one really questions it.

When he joins the spider alliance he learns that being trans is actually a common thing, and it would lead him down a longer path to learn as much about it as possible.

He gets you a binder with the help of some of the other spider-people, and is able to get you both literature and books about it so you can both learn about it.

Up until then you most likely didn’t have a way to explain what you were, but knowing there were people out there like you helped you and peter a lot. It meant Peter had someone to ask questions, and you had someone to bond with.

Because Peter would most likely bring you with him to the headquarters because he knows how helpful it would be, and maybe to have you seen by some more futuristic doctors who could give you the treatment you want, in case you want it.

But no matter what, Peter would love you anyways. Whether you bind, or don’t. whether you want hormones or not. He would always respect you, your pronouns, and however you decide to present yourself.

He’s just smitten with you like any person of Peter is with their partner, this also makes him quite protective during your day to day, because the world is dangerous. Both because of his work as spiderman, but also because the world isn’t so accepting of people like you.

He isn’t overbearing though, and he tries not to be too much, since he knows you can protect yourself If you need too.

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kurogxrix · 1 year

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Dating Miles ‘spider’ Socorro HEADCANONS

[ human!reader ]

Be ready for an emotional ass adventure because my boy is a PACKAGE full of trauma and issues.

He’s been neglected by his father and his mother (and father in a way) died, so when he first started getting close to you and found that feeling of comfort that he looked for within you, he knew that you were the one.

He’s the sweetest and most honest boy.

So considering that, he felt guilty at first because he thought that it was kinda like he was using you to get over his own trauma.

You told him that you didn’t care if he did and that you’d always be here for him (lovesick puppy kinda vibes).

Soon enough the both of you grew closer and closer, under the suspicion of the scientist that surrounded you. He couldn’t deny the fast paced beating of his heart each time you’d cross his mind anymore.

You call him Spider too because you know how much he dislikes his actual name </3.

Norm was extremely suspicious of the both of you, so he did his best to keep Spider away from your room whenever no one was around to keep an eye.

He’s just wary of those teenage boys and their spiking hormones ok.

He was right to be hesitant because he was the one that had caught the both of you making out in the janitors closet.

Don’t blame it on y’all there’s really no private spots in this damn lab, plus with Norm watching if it’s only you that enters your room every night.

Plus with those damned exopacks, you can’t really do any kissing stuff outside of the lab.

Max defo had to give y’all the most awkward talk of his entire life after that cause norm was DONE.

PHYSICAL TOUCH is his love language because he didn’t receive much physical love growing up.

If you don’t like it in public then he ain’t even laying a pinky on you, but once y’all are behind closed doors, he’s got you all cuddled up and locked tightly in his arms.

Talking about physical touch, this guy can’t keep his hands from wondering all over your body ever since he found out how amazing it felt when his hands trailed and grabbed.

He’s a TEENAGE boy and not a kid anymore, it’s normal for him to feel this way😭.

He doesn’t seem like the type to lash out when he’s upset so the both of you don’t fight that often, mostly on stupid little things.

Like once the both of you argued on who had to do the dishes so you offered to do a rock-paper-scissors match to make it fair. You won as always and he was left sulking for the rest of the night.

You help him retwist his hair when he needs it, and the boy quite literally melts in your hold. His locs are mature now so you don’t really gotta do it often anymore.

Lo’ak just relentlessly teases Spider for being lovesick so the both of you tease him for being hoeless.

He’ll definitely come with you every time you want to go wandering around the forest. Says something about having to protect you from the ruthless predators.

You picked up on his diet after the both of you started dating, and you have to admit that eating like the na’vi is so much better than the junk inside the lab kitchens.

He has a defined physique and running around the forest definitely isn’t what keeps in in such way. So you accompany him and peacefully read a book while he works his ass off in that lab gym.

Will ask you to sit criss-crossed on his back while he does pushups.

What a show off.

The type of boyfriend to brag whenever he opens a tightly sealed jar for you, while calling you weak, in an endearing way..?

If the both of you spend an entire day or two away from each other, he’ll hug you so tight when he sees you again that you’ll literally have to gasp for air once he lets you go.

You guys have monthly movie night dates where Spider waits until you’ve signaled him that Norm isn’t checking up on that damned room door.

He goes stealing snacks around the lab for those days and nearly gets caught by the other avatars.

Spider wishes he could bring you on dates outside at night like the other na’vi men do but he knows that it’s dangerous as a human so he can’t.

He doesn’t let that discourage him though, if a picnic on the lab outskirts at midnight is the closest that the both of you will get to a nightly date, then so be it.

You know that he’s a na’vi wannabe but you don’t make fun of him for it.

You help him paint the blue stripes on his body because he refuses that anyone else’s does it for him.

At the end of the day he’s just a boy with a lotta shit going on in his life but you guys love each other to no ends so you get through it together 🫶🏽

[ i refuse to age him up in this because it’s normal for teenagers to explore themselves and others and y’all gotta understand that. now writing smut while he’s his canonical age is what’s WEIRD😟 ]

#miles socorro #spider socorro #miles spider socorro #miles socorro x reader #spider socorro x reader #avatar #atwow #avatar oneshot #atwow oneshot

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cutielights · 8 months

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heyaa!! I read your Donnie with a transmasc reader and as also a transmasc I loved it :DD, so if it's not an issue can I request the same but for the rest of the turtles, btw I love your writing and your aesthetic, hope you have a nice day <33

Mhm! Absolutely <3

Tw: Dysphoria comfort, Leo fist fighting unsupportive family members

Rise! Boys x Transmasc Reader

Leo

Goes clothes shopping with you

You’re gonna look so cool

Defends your identity with his life

He’s not above fist fighting a few unsupportive family members

Honestly these turtles only really get April and the internet to tell them about life outside the sewers, so it doesn’t particularly phase him

You didn’t have to come out to him, or, if you did anyway, it was a very short and sweet exchange

Probably the best with injections other than Donnie for hormonal related things

Helps out a lot, just in general

Helps you hang up the flag in your room if it’s safe to do so

He is THE safe space

Raph

Reminds you to take off the binder if you’re short of breath or going to sleep

Reminds you that you’re perfect

“I don’t exactly feel perfect, Raph.”

“Then let me help you feel perfect.”

Gentle touches for comfort

Perfectly accepting, even if he didn’t know what you were talking about at first

You had to explain it

“Oh.”

*Cautiously waiting for a response*

“Do you need help with your uh, anything?”

Donnie

I’ve already done this!

Mikey

Helps you with any sort dysphoria, sesh’s with Dr. Feelings are common for general relationship things, but also dysphoria if you have any

Social dysphoria?

He’s already next to you

Physical dysphoria?

He’s already kissing you

Doesn’t matter how mild or severe it may be, he’s still there

Helps out with any hormone sprays or injections you may use, but is nervous about doing them himself, so he’s there for moral support

One time you fainted because you forgot to take off your binder, Mikey was there to catch you PLEASE REMEMBER TO NOT SLEEP IN BINDERS AND TAKE THEM OFF IF YOU FEEL DIZZY OR NAUSEOUS, IT IS OKAY IF THEY DON’T GO COMPLETELY FLAT, BUY THE CORRECT SIZE DON’T SIZE DOWN FOR BINDERS

Paints little flags on various things of his, and yours with permission ofc

Generally supportive and accepting! Wouldn’t bother him why would it?

Mikey was by far the easiest to write for this but that’s probably because he’s my favourite <3

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Undercover

TW: Extremely Dom!Rafe. Smut. Language. Coercive behaviors. Degrading language. Bondage. Mentions of drugs. Use of drugs. Choking kink. Good girl kink. Slapping. Gun play.

SUMMARY: You are undercover to bust the drug ring within the higher class of the Outer Banks, unaware that Rafe is on to you, and means to make you pay…

WORD COUNT: 4200

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

Undercover

Your eyes narrowed to him from over the rim of your chosen mocktail, a guise of drinking among the masses to keep from blowing your own cover. All to study him and wait for the perfect moment you would offer yourself in order to ‘strike’. A subtle obliteration he wouldn’t understand until he was left in the debris of what you intended. But even as your eyes surveyed him, you couldn’t deny the way he was a pleasing subject to look at. The effects of his chosen vices having yet to touch his youthful looks as you bit the edge of your cup in thinking of differed circumstances would make him a target as a one night stand.

But you had a job to do. And you were not one to allow your hormones to get in the way. And yet, you’d never met someone quite like Rafe Cameron before…

“One hit each and I’m expecting payment for more, it’s the good shit…come on, don’t be cheap or I’ll throw your ass to the pogues…” He caused the group to chuckle as you added yourself into the feigned humor to keep from drawing suspicion. But from the second you made yourself known, all eyes were suddenly peeled to you. Just as you had observed him, he had done to you. Shameless stripes made of his eyes, up and down your physique, as you’d worn something just enticing enough to give the appearance of confidence battling low self esteem and the need to quell your daddy issues.

“Is this all you have?” You asked, the group suddenly silent as he pulled another two bags from his pockets, an impressive amount on hand for what was rather courageous considering you could have been anyone. A detective even…

“I was looking for a real party…You don’t even have enough to last an hour…” You shot, aware girls who threw themselves to his feet were what he’d be used to. Therefore flattery would get you nowhere. Or at least not where you wanted to be. For that, you journeyed to your feet before being pulled by his grasp. A quick and harsh grasp that was anything but compassionate. If anything, it was a threat of what could happen if you weren’t careful.

“You got the cash?”

“You got the coke?” You shot back, throwing your hand back to your side as his jaw cocked.

“Sort this out for me, yeah?” He asked a friend, leaving the other supply behind before following you. From a simple observation with his hand on your lower back, it would appear as a decent enough interaction. And yet the raging fire behind his eyes would validate it was anything but.

“Through here…” He finally offered after taking you through the entire extent of the house. A beautiful plantation plagued with the recklessness of adolescence. Stains of carelessness worn into the walls as you crossed over the threshold of a private room with the door closing behind you. Once the door locked, your eyes flashed to him in concern.

“Don’t want any interruptions now do we?”

“Where is it?” You asked, appearing as gluttonous as his eyes were for you.

“In that closet. Top shelf.” You turned to open the doors, finding one to stick before forcing it open. On the very tips of your toes, you were able to see the racks he spoke of. Only they were only housing perfectly stacked shoe boxes and a handful of nicknacks of a lack of importance.

“It’s not-” But as you turned to counter him, he was already at your back, pushing you against the closet door completely. The way he hovered over you nearly swallowed you whole as you had prepared yourself for this very thing. His reputation made it clear he was one quick to anger. Kook or Pogue, didn’t make a difference. Yes, you had accounted for everything.

Except how your body would respond to him.

“You think I’m stupid, don’t you?” Before you could answer, he continued his apparently rhetorical question, “A pretty girl I would have noticed at any other party suddenly wants more coke than her ass can handle and you think I wouldn’t care? I wouldn’t find it suspicious-” But as his eyes washed over you in a display of clear lust and need, his head cocked as if doing so allowed him to gain a better view of what you offered gladly as eye candy.

“If you don’t have what I need, you could have just said so…Guess I was wrong…” You shot back, narrowing your eyes, before turning to leave. Only you weren’t allowed even a step before his arm projected before your face. A thick forearm roped in muscle acting as a starting point for the climb of your eyes to reach back to his blue irises darkened by desire. Carnal or chaotic was yet to be determined.

“You were wrong…Thinking I wouldn’t notice what you’re trying to do…” He pushed you into the wood of the closet door, his knee rising between your legs to keep you from raising them to escape or angled against him in any way.

“What are you doing?” You asked quickly as his fingers took hold of the silk you’d chosen to wear. A tight blouse that hung low as he ripped it directly down the center. His jaw set aside in disbelief but also pride in himself as he came upon the microphone set between your breasts. You swallowed hard.

“Now what would you have this for?” He asked, playing coy. Before you could respond, his fingers dipped just far enough in your bra to trace the chilled skin beneath.

“Think you can take me down? Then you’re going with me…” His second hand was in your panties before you could stop him. Your body quick to arch and your lips immediate in a separation as you rode into him.

“Let them hear how good you are at your job, you little slut…If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I was actually making you want to come…” Your lips came open to object, but he only forced those same digits into your mouth as he lowered the microphone to your thighs. Offering a look of warning, he brought his fingers back to your sex, caution left to the wind as you squelched to each piston.

“Go ahead, the more you fight it, the harder you’re gonna come…” He lowered himself closer to your ear. “Don’t torture yourself. That’s my job.” With that,he withdrew his fingers.

“This what you wanted?” You asked as he pulled the dime bag of cocaine from his back pocket. But as you expected him to bring it away, he used his fingers still slick with you, before dipping it into the container.

“Mmm…” Your cheeks became hot. Too hot.

Enough to remind you of what was at stake if you allowed yourself to remain. Rafe wasn’t some innocent bystander manipulated by those he trusted. He wasn’t in a situation in which his life was on the line if he attempted to do ‘the right thing’. He was just as responsible for the lives lost from drugs like this. And yet his presence was intoxicating enough that you understood why every warning against them could be easily ignored.

Yet at the last moment in which temptation held you within its clutches, your eyes flashed to the door. Your feet set off before you could second guess yourself.

“I’m not near done with you yet, baby…” He explained as he pushed you against the door just long enough to make this threat before pulling you by your hair until you were on the edge of the bed.

“If you were any other girl, I would have you ass up on this bed until you screamed my name in pleasure…” He brought you closer to him until your lips teased him.

“But you’re nothing but a liar and a slut who needs to be taught a lesson.” He tossed you onto the bed, moving to the bedside table and producing a gun.

“Tell me why you’re really here.” You paused as he stood between your legs at the end of the bed. The cold nose of the pistol at the tip of your knee and descending between your thighs. Closer and closer to the pulsation he made from a mix of danger and anticipation.

“I want to know what you know.”

“Enough. I know enough…”

He leaned over you, threatening your panties to the side with the nose of the gun before using it at your lower lips. He pulled them apart as you trembled, truly uncertain of what he would do. And yet every nerve in your body was exhilarated by it.

“So you know I’d hurt you and not think twice about leaving you somewhere nobody would ever find you…” You swallowed hard before he quickened the weapon.

“But not until I have my fun first. Maybe showing me you’re worth keeping around.” He withdrew the weapon and replaced it with his cock as you moaned in approval. Your stomach twisted and tightened to the voices within your head reminding you how immoral and unjust this was. You spent years in an academy and within a job to ruin soulless individuals like the male Camerons. Ones that used intimidation and threats such as this very one to keep their role in society. And yet, the way his touch burned you from the outside in had been enough to ignore this reminder.

“Knees." He spoke simply, as if a king demanded his subject. For the briefest of moments of silent rejection you watched his eyes shine with amusement.

"If I have to ask again-" he interrupted himself.

"Stand up." Your eyes flashed before he pulled you back up by your hair.

"They got to hear enough…" He explained while tearing the microphone from your body, separating it from the pack at your back, and sending both to the floor in ruin.

"Everything else you say and do will be for me." He traced the gun between your breasts, circling your nipples. He watched and basked in every flinch of your body, getting off on the fear behind your eyes more than the soft moans from your lips.

"Take off what's left of your shirt." After a hesitation, you submitted to his order. Your fingers gingerly peeled the fabric freely from your arms until it fell to the floor.

"Did I say to drop it on the floor?" He hesitated for a moment.

"Pick. It. Up." You obeyed before watching him set the gun onto the bed. Of course with your training you could easily maneuvering against him. And yet, you simply didn't want to. Whatever he had in store, you wanted to endure. Curiosity and lust too strong to silence.

"Can't have you trying anything stupid." He left knots right enough to cause the perfect bite into your skin. Just enough to be reminded of his dominance without the temptation to slip free.

"Perfect…" he confessed, the only kindness he had shown so far. And the only kindness he would.

You were pushed into your back until you collided with the mattress, the fabric tied to the headboard. Yet, you were positioned in such a way that allowed you to hang off the edge of the bed. And this was his intention.

"Don't want to tell me? Then show me what good your mouth is before I put a bullet in it instead." He set himself into your upside down mouth, your eyes closing to the pressure at the back of your throat.

"Fuck!" He breathed deeply no matter your fight. As your toes gripped onto the sheets beneath you and you reacted violently to the way he held you down with force, his fingers came to your clit. The angle was uncomfortable. The pain was excruciating between breathlessness and stretching. But that touch was enough to forgive everything.

"Jesus, you're such a fucking slut for me, aren't you? Don't even have to try and you're willing to do anything to come…" He held himself in the back of your throat as you trembled beneath him, withdrawing ss stars set behind your eyes, and repeating this process in preparation. Not a moment of comfort. And it made you so fucking wet for him.

"If you only would have gotten on your knees when I asked, could've been better for you…" he scoffed to his own words before aligning himself into you from behind.

"Now…you shut that pretty little mouth before I leave it bruised. And just maybe you can come…" He was inside of you before you could object, not that you could or wanted to. Your body a mere outlet for his tensions as you favored his brutality. Even as he buried your face to the sheets below, every battering made you moan out for him. Every smack to your ass sending you to sing in labored winces, before he finally pulled you against his chest. A single pull of your bonds allowed your hands my mobile enough to be taken by him but still bound at the wrist.

"How many people have you arrested?"

"Ah…" you moaned to his fingers at your clit, teasing and pulling before he hit the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"That's an easy question…or you too fucked out already?" He smirked against your cheek. "You think that's bad…you aren't prepared for what's coming…" he abandoned you at his bed. His absence sent you to turn and face him, watching him return with his belt that was hanging on the closet door prior.

"I've already made your ass the perfect shade of red, don't worry…" He paused.

"This is for me…" he bound your thighs with the belt, forcing it together, before hiking your legs over his shoulder.

"You can't stay fucking still…this should help…" he hovered over you, tightening the loop until it ate into your legs as his hand came to your neck.

"Shame you don't have your cuffs, might have let you tie me up, God knows it's the only way you'd get me…" he teased.

"Please…" you whimpered.

"The big bad detective wouldn't be begging now would she? Your pussy that desperate for me?" You nodded, teeth tensed closed, as your eyes attempted to plead with him.

"Then tell me why you're here…"

"B-barry…" The name of your informant slipped from your lips. Whatever code of conduct was ashes to your feet.

"Sold me out?" You gasped as he slowly thrusted into you.

"But you should get a reward for telling me, don't you think?"

"Yes!" You begged as he smirked. One hand to your breast as he twisted your nipple. But as you found comfort in this, a cold sting came to your cheek.

"Stop closing your eyes. You look at me and show me how grateful you are that I'm being nice or I'll have to go back to hurting you…Believe me…I prefer that much better…"

You kept your eyes to him as you watched his face contort. Perfect pleasure as he pulled himself into an arch.

"Jesus, you feel so fucking tight. Not what I expected for such a little whore…" He scoffed.

"Come here-" he unlatched the belt around your thighs and brought it around your throat. In one grip he held the tail to the belt as well as the binds of your arms before retying the knots at your wrist.

"You're gonna ride me until you make me come. Do it how I want and you can come on my face…"

Your eyes rolled as you worked for that reason. Every inhibition shattered and every warning ignored as he pulled you down onto him to initiate the beginning.

"Work for it." He instructed again. Only as he had, you took complete dominance. Your body worked overtime to please him, not a moment of pause as you attempted to dry him out within you. You would have given nearly anything to have that power over him. Even if only for a moment.

"You are desperate…shit!" He groaned as he pulled himself deeper.

"Changed my mind…get up here…" he moved you to his face until your thighs framed him.

"You do it quick or you don't get to come at all." His tongue and teeth worked in unison against you. A cruel hit on your hip, leading you faster. But with each motion came your reaction. You were tired but desperate, washing over him in rushed bibs before he pinned you down and spread you wider with the same force.

"Fucking come already!" He spat between suction as you moaned over him, your hands desperate to return the favor to him as he sent you in tremors.

"Yes!" He growled, turning you as you shivered from the rush, eating you through that orgasm. Your hands remained pinned behind you as he pulled you harder into his tongue.

"So fucking sweet…" he spoke while rising from your thighs.

"Now it's the fun part…" he teased, hitting at your clit as you gasped beneath him. Quick slaps from a low height that worked with the same sensations a vibrator would have left against you. Overstimulation sending your thighs in a threat to close as he hit your breast.

"Keep your fucking legs open."

"I can't!"

"Do I gotta stick my cock back in there to make you behave again?"

You were tempted to rival him just to taste him again. To have dominance over him again. But he was too convicted to his own ambition.

"Dirty fucking girl…come on…" You weren't sure what he was asking for specifically. But your body seemed to answer that request as you came again. A wave too strong to silence as you shook beneath him. Your hips bucking as he kept you flat.

"There…now you stay fucking still for me. You've got yours. Now it's my turn " he thrust sharply. Snaps made of selfish motions as you were nearly dissolved into the mattress. Every minor sensation intensified by the two orgasms he carefully curated to tease the third incoming. All for this moment.

"If you come before me, you'll be fucking sorry…so greedy. You'll wait." He slapped your cheek as you arched. Your mind dizzy with how much you should loathe him. Yet, you felt you were in debt to him. For the orgasms. For the pleasure. Even for the pain…

God, the pain…

"Ahhh…"

"Turn around. I don't wanna see you come again. You've had your fair fucking share…" To this, he grunted and groaned, his cock refamiliarized with your dripping folds.

"Ass up-'" He explained while pulling your hips high.

"Yes…good girl." He used the back of his hand with the ring to leave a mark on your left cheek.

"Isn't it better when you behave? Not so fucking hard either is it?"

"I wanna watch you ruin that pretty little manicure in my sheets-" he untied your hands and allowed them freely as you obeyed. Your nails gripped sharply into the sheets as you were rooted into the same fabric. Your body a mess as you were close to yet another unbuckling beneath him.

"Don't fucking come!"

"Then slow down-" He pulled the belt around your throat until it tightened. You were set at his chest as he used the hold to both interrupt your breathing and remind you of your forgotten submission.

"You don't tell me how to fuck you. Did you have to when you came the first two times, baby?"

"No-" he answered for you. "Now,' He used his second hand at your clit again. Pain and pleasure battling once again as you fought to keep from coming undone for him. You didn't want to allow him a third. But the tightness around your throat only worsened your need. An unknown kink set alight as you trembled in front of him.

"You're acting like a fucking virgin, coming so much…"

"You're…"

"Too good?" You nodded.

"I know baby…so don't piss me off so I can give us what you both want…" he took turns between your clit and ass, fisting and contorting your breast in the final moments before he released the belt.

"I wanna hear you scream. Make sure everyone on the other side of that little microphone hears you too-" he produced it from his side, having taken it when he left for the belt.

"Bet every guy listening wants to come just hearing how wet you are for me…" he moved his lips to the microphone.

"So…fucking…tight." He set the microphone to your joint hips. Every depraved sound is nicely memorized in the echo as you were lost to another pulsating orgasm. Only this one was painful as he continued to fuck you through it.

"Hear that? Making her come again …don't fuck with me." He threw it away before turning you to face him. A grip to your jaw.

"Think you can pull one over on me and get away with it?"

"Answer me!" He slapped your face, pulling your hair to force you to view him withdrawing from you.

"Oh, you like watching it? Then watch-" he pulled you higher. The sight made your eyes roll as you winced.

"That sound right fucking there is better then when you come….does it hurt baby?" You nodded.

"Good, should teach you your lesson…" he explained as you moaned beneath him.

"Please .."

"I don't think you've learned it baby…"

"I swear!"

"You just wanna coke again…"

You paused. Unable to deny it.

"Battered little pussy is already crying. And you still want one more?"

"Answer me!"

"Yes!" You shouted back.

"Fuck me!" He rutted into you. Deep penetration too swift to comprehend before he became sloppy. His finish dripping from both of you as he withdrew. And yet, he remained convicted against you.

"I'm not done." He pulled you between his naked thighs, your ankles pinned beneath his on the side of the bed while his fingers attached your sex.

"We're not done until you squirt."

"It hurts." He slapped your cheek, softly, as if such a thing could exist.

"Do you think it will feel any better if you try and stop me?! No…you're gonna squirt because it's gonna be so fucking hot…and you're gonna do it just for me…" He groaned into your ear.

"So shut the hell up and fucking spray for me. I'll even make it easy…" he was vengeful to your pussy, pistoning fingers as you rose up to follow only to feel him withdrawal.

"Ugh!"

"Yeah?"

"Yes! Fuck! Rafe!"

"I like when you scream my name baby…let's see if you still can when I make you come this time…" his fingers pistoned and then focused on your clit, denying you the pleasure of both sensations.

"Please please please! Rafe!"

"You wanna be my good girl? Wanna make me proud?"

"Yes…" he followed his hand as he scoffed.

"All over my hand. Right now. I know you're desperate. There she is! Look at you! Yes…making such a fucking mess all over me…" Your body betrayed you completely as you chased that bitter high. His hold at your nipple and the other at your clit sendong your body to new heights in every sense as you squirted over the sheets before you. But in the middle of your high, he was inside you again.

"I told you…I wasn't near done."

By the time he has been, your body was stretched and pulled well beyond limits. Your name spoken in ecstasy from his lips as it came off of hatred from your own. Cum staining every visible surface as you blushed to the scene left behind.

"Now you're smart enough to know what would happen if you try to go against me, right baby?" His hand took hold of your breast.

"No another night like this…and I think we both need it…" you paused, biting your bottom lip.

"You want more?"

You nodded.

"Then meet me back here in an hour. I need to handle some business…and then that ass is mine…" he smacked your backside before leaving you alone in the room.

You dove to the microphone when he left.

"I'm earning his trust…I just need another minute…" You explained, hoping it was believable, tearing through this room before realizing he wouldn't store it somewhere so obvious. Instead, you moved throughout the party, careful not to be seen by him, until coming into an office. Having done so as he was in search of you, nursing another swollen erection as he climbed the steps to make you handle him.

Insatiable bastard.

Not that you could judge as you were tempted to follow him. Willing to drop to your knees and do what was necessary for his fingers to end up back in you-

Focus!

"What…" Your eyes narrowed to the contents of the drawer you'd happened upon. One left open in a hurry. A pair of glasses set in place that were identifiable enough to know they didn't belong to Ward. But a missing person.

Big John Routledge. Who went missing a year prior.

Suddenly this was more than drugs. This was more than a small bust. And it gave you an excuse to return to Rafe and rectify a night of promised orgasms…

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spitblaze · 5 months

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Gendertash From Hell Issue 02 (1993)

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GENDER MYTH #1

Although male-to-female transsexuals have surgery to change their anatomy and take female hormones, they still act like men.

FACT: Some male-to-female transsexuals act in ways many consider to be masculine; some don’t. The same can be said of nontranssexual women. In fact, some types of “masculine” behavior in nontranssexual women are applauded in the lesbian and women’s communities, while the same behavior in a transsexual woman is taken as proof that she is “really” a man. Labeling behaviors as masculine and feminine is of little practical value and only reinforces gender stereotypes.

GENDER MYTH #2

Male -to-female transsexuals are not womenborn women (or womyn-born womyn).

FACT: No one is born a woman. Most of us who ended up as women started out as girls. The paths we took to womanhood are many and varied. Most male-to-female transsexuals felt like girls from as early as they can remember, just like most nontransexual women. Although many nontranssexual women struggle with the changes associated with becoming women, most become women without consciously attempting to. This fact doesn’t make our paths any better, more natural, or more valid than transsexual women's paths.

GENDER MYTH #3

Male -to-female transsexuals have been socialized as men, and this socialization cannot be changed.

FACT: The messages given to each person about the roles of males and females in society are a little different, and these messages may be experienced in very different ways. Many transsexual women felt that the male messages they were given were inappropriate. Many felt inadequate to meet the demands placed on them to “act like a man.” Nontranssexual women feel they have a choice to become aware of and reject parts of their sex-role conditioning— so do transsexual women.

GENDER MYTH #4

Male-to-female transsexuals are trying to “pass” as women. They try to make themselves as much like nontranssexual women as possible.

FACT: Male-to-female transsexuals are women; they don’t need to pass. They don't necessarily want to hide or eliminate their differences from nontranssexual women, although the threat of ostracism leads many to do so. Some transsexuals are proud of their particular route to womanhood, feel that they have learned a lot from the joumey they have taken, and value the unique qualities they bring to the women’s community.

GENDER MYTH #5

Transsexuals take jobs away from other women because they had access to better training when they were men.

FACT: By making the transition from male to female and staying at the same job, some transsexuals have forced employers to change rules restricting women’s positions and salaries, thus opening doors for other women. Many transsexual women seek out qualified women to hire. Furthermore, by holding jobs not traditionally thought of as appropriate for women, these transsexual women bring the message to the general public that women are capable of performing “men’s” jobs.

GENDER MYTH #6

To lessen the power of patriarchy in our lives, we must purge our community of everything male, including women who once had male anatomy.

FACT: By emphasizing the distinction between male and female, we reinforce the idea that there are exactly two distinct sexes. This is the very concept that permits sexism to exist, because discrimination wouldbe impossible if women were not readily distinguishable from men. If we wish to deflate the power of the patriarchy, the most effective thing we can do is encourage the blurring of gender lines and expand our thinking beyond the male-female dualism.

GENDER MYTH #7

Most women can easily prove they are not male-to-female transsexuals, if they are challenged to do so.

FACT: There is no simple way to prove you are not a transsexual. There are no apparent physical characteristics nontranssexual 7 women have or lack that distinguish them absolutely from transsexual women. Birth certificates and other documents show an “F” for both. Chromosome tests may reveal | an XY pattern for a nontranssexual woman. | Hormone levels do not distinguish transsexuals from nontranssexuals. Even inspection of the genitals may not provide definitive proof of your gender history.

GENDER MYTH #8

Male-to-female transsexuals have been raised as boys, have never been oppressed as women, and cannot understand women’s oppression.

FACT: Some male-to-female transsexuals were raised as girls for portions of their lives, appeared to the world as girls, and were treated like girls. Some were beaten and raped both by outsiders and by their own family members because of their belief that they were girls or their desire to become girls. For most, the difference in the way they were treated when they appeared as men and after they began appearing as women brought sexism into sharp focus.

GENDER MYTH #9

Women’s space is not “safe” space if male-to-female transsexuals are allowed.

FACT: Women's space is not safe | whenever anyone in it behaves in threatening or disrespectful ways toward another. Transsexuals are no more likely to | behave this way than nontranssexuals. We should exclude individuals who behave badly rather than exclude an entire group 3 because some of its members act in | offensive ways—any group could be | excluded on this basis. Most importantly, )) women must take responsibility for their their own feelings of being unsafe when others are not acting in threatening ways.

GENDER MYTH #10

Transsexuals have surgery so they can have sex the way they want to.

FACT: How or with whom a person wants to have sex is rarely a major factor in the de) sire for sex reassignment. Usually, people undergo reassignment in order to make their bodies conform more closely to the way they feel inside—their gender. Whether a transsexual is attracted to men or to women usually doesn’t change with surgery. » Although no figures are available, probably | a third of transsexual women are straight, one third bisexual, and one third lesbian. Sexual orientation is not related to gender identity.

GENDER MYTH #11

Male-to-female transsexuals are trying to take over the lesbian community.

FACT: Most transsexuals who identify as lesbians are focused on their own personal growth and happiness—just like most nontranssexual lesbians. Those who feel strongly about their night to participate in women-only events may become activists for their cause and hope to influence the lesbian community. On the other hand, being overly sensitive to issues of power and wanting to avoid controversy, many transsexuals repeatedly decline to take leadership positions and abstain from participating in decision-making votes.

GENDER MYTH #12

The sex assigned to a person at birth is that person’s “real” sex.

FACT: Sex is assigned at birth on the basis of a cursory glance at the baby’s genitalia. | In about 5% of births, there is some ambiguity in the sexual organs, and mistakes can be made. In other cases, internal genitalia, chromosome patterns, hormone production, and secondary sex characteristics that develop later may be at variance with the person's external anatomy. Sex is arbitrarily assigned by the patriarchal medical system, and there is no reason to assume that it is any more correct or real than what a person experiences.

GENDER MYTH #13

The lesbian and women’s communities have nothing to gain by including transsexuals.

FACT: Transsexual women bring many valuable qualities to the women’s community. They bring skills usually taught only to men into the women’s community and pass them on to other women. Many are active feminists, increase opportunities for women, and seek to hire and promote women. Those who have made it through transition must have intelligence, persistence, and a sense of humor. Many also bring a spirituality that has been possessed historically by cross-gendered members of various cultures.

GENDER MYTH #14

Nontranssexual women have the right to decide whether transsexuals should be included in the women’s community.

FACT: Each individual has a right to claim her own identity. While being adamant about having this right for themselves, some members of the women’s community would deny it to others. Just as each woman must come to her own conclusion about whether she is a lesbian, each must know her own truth about being a woman. Transsexuals can and do include themselves in the women’s community and the lesbian community without permission from nontranssexuals.

GENDER MYTH #15

Transsexuals are guilty of deception when they don’t reveal right away that they are transsexuals.

FACT: There is no standard of disclosure that requires transsexuals to reveal their medical history, just as lesbians do not need to mention their sexual orientation immediately on meeting someone. The circumstances in which this is considered an important fact to know vary from person to person. The individual meeting a transsexual may collude in the “deception” by assuming she or he is a nontranssexual. If it’s important to you to know, take responsibility for asking.

GENDER MYTH #16

Male-to-female transsexuals are considered men until they have sexchange surgery.

FACT: Although male-to-female transsexuals appear as men during some part of their lives, most never consider themselves men. They have felt like females for their entire lives. The change from male to female is a change in external appearance of sex-related characteristics, not a change in gender (how a person feels inside). This transition takes place over a period of several years, and sex-reassignment surgery is only one part of it, together with living as a woman, taking hormones, and resocialization.

GENDER MYTH #17

People can be categorized as transsexual or nontranssexual—there’s no in-between.

FACT: There are nearly as many categories as there are people. There are transsexuals who have had or plan to have one, two, or many surgeries to make their bodies conform more closely to their gender, and those who will never have surgery. Some people feel comfortable expressing both genders. Some refuse to identify as either gender. Some people (male and female) enjoy cross-dressing, but their gender is congruent with their sex. Some conform to gender norms; some flout them. The possibilities are infinite.

GENDER MYTH #18

Women who want to become men have bought into societal hatred of women or are hoping to take advantage of male privilege.

FACT: Female-to-male transsexuals don’t want to become men—they are men. The reason they want to change their bodies to become more male appearing is because that’s how they feel inside. If they gain male privilege, it is tenuous; whatever they have gained is lost if they are discovered to be transsexuals. If transsexualism were based on misogyny, there would be far more female-to-male than male-to-female transsexuals. In fact, their numbers are thought to be about equal.

GENDER MYTH #19

A person’s “true” sex can be determined by chromosome testing.

FACT: Although most persons identified as male at birth have XY chromosomes and most of those identified as female have XX, there are many variations that can occur. Some “women-born women” have XY chromosomes, a fact that may be discovered only when they are tested to qualify for athletic competition. Other patterns, such as XXY, XYY, and XXX (no, this does not make you an amazon) can also exist. Some individuals have what is called mosaicism, in which some percentage of cells have an XY pattern and the remainder have XX.

GENDER MYTH #20

Transsexualism is unnatural—it is a new problem brought about by sophisticated technology.

FACT: Throughout recorded history there have been people whose gender identity did not match their anatomic sex, and there is evidence that sex-change surgery was performed thousands of years ago. In some cultures, transgendered individuals were held in high esteem as shamans. Today, surgery—from liposuction to sex reassignment—allows many people to have a physical form that is more congruent with | their inner sense of themselves and the way they want to appear

GENDER MYTH #21

“Real” women, certainly those who belong to the lesbian community, rejoice in their womanhood and have no desire to be men.

FACT: There are people who were assigned as females at birth who identify as men, and many of them become part of the lesbian community. Most would be labeled butch lesbians. Many are afraid to reveal their desire to appear more completely as men, including taking testosterone and undergoing surgery to remove their breasts and construct penises. (Transsexual men are apparently permitted at Michigan because they are “still women” according to the Festival doctrine of immutable sex.)

GENDER MYTH #22

Now that Festival policy has been made clear, there are no transsexuals at Michigan.

FACT: Festival policy is far from clear. The brochure states that the Festival is for “womyn-bom womyn.” Many transsexuals include themselves in that category. While some transsexuals have no desire to participate if they know they are unwelcome, others are here and will continue to come because they have a right to be at any event open to women. No statement has been issued about whether female-to-male transsexuals are welcome at the Festival.

GENDER MYTH #23

Transsexuals have caused trouble at Michigan, resulting in their expulsion.

FACT: According to Festival organizers, transsexuals have been attending MWMF for many years, and 1991 was the first time a transsexual has been expelled. Nancy Burkholder was expelled because she said something that made a woman suspect she was a transsexual, not because her behavior was offensive. In fact, Nancy had participated fully in the 1990 Festival without incident. There is no evidence that transsexuals have ever caused trouble at Michigan. Seeing transsexuals as trouble-makers is once again blaming the victim.

GENDER MYTH #24

Nontranssexual women at Michigan don't want male-to-female transsexuals here.

FACT: Although Festival organizers claim that the policy excluding transsexuals reflects the senument of the community at large, many nontranssexual women support the rights of transsexual women and want them to be included. A survey of over 600 women at the 1992 MWMF showed that 73% of those surveyed thought male-to-female transsexuals should be welcome at the Festival; 23% thought they should not be welcome and 4% were undecided. Only 20% would welcome female-to-male transsexuals, who are apparently permitted.

#spitblaze says things #queer #transgender #trans #ftm #mtf #lgbtqia #queer history #gendertrash #gendertrash from hell #queer zine #trans zine #in a way its comforting to know that these exact same arguments have been happening with only slightly different terminology #for like. 30 years now #less comforting that apparently ppl have been IGNORING US for 30 years but. yknow #maybe one day ppl will realize that not being intersectional in their views of gender doesnt do anything for anyone #shoutout to @draayder also #they're the one who found this in the first place #if you wanna know about niche 90s trans publications hes got ur back

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~ op men and their pregnant wife: she’s mad at them - series ~

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Ft: Luffy, Ace, Sabo, Law

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Just op men doing what they do best but at the expense of how you feel.

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Sitting on one of the deck chairs Sanji had just brought you something cool to drink especially for you to cool you’re nerves. You love the man to death but he’s just so stubborn that you’re afraid the baby would have that same trait when he’s born.

Taking a sip from your drink you could feel someone sulking behind you and just from instincts your husband, soon to be king of the pirates knew he was in the dog house. “Y/n!!!! Stop ignoring me please!!!” Luffy whined moving himself to where he was now sitting infront of you. He raised his hands to touch your stomach but you slapped them away. “Don’t touch me Luffy. Those privileges are revoked.” You say crossing one leg over the other turning away from him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were that hungry. If I would’ve know then I would’ve never taken from your plate.” He smiled awkwardly before scratching the back of his head. “You do this every night, did you forget I’m eating for two now! I have to each the right amount of food everyday or OUR baby might now be healthy.” I say emphasizing the our, he looked down in worry possibly reflecting on what he did.

“I’m sorry Y/n, to make it up to you and him, for dinner you can have my plate.” He tried to suggest but you shot it down, you know that the most important thing to Luffy is his food so why would you take that away? “No. Don’t worry about it. Usually I don’t care if you take from me but we’re having a baby. He’s the son of Captain Monkey D. Luffy. He NEEDS to be big and strong. So stop stealing from your son.” He laughed jumping up in excitement from being out of trouble.

Laying in bed you had just finished taking a shower and having your heart to heart with your baby and was now resting in bed like the doctor ordered. The baby was due any day these next couple of weeks and it has everyone on the ship worried. The only person who you don’t know how they feel is Ace.

He’s been so absent this past month it’s really been bothering you, the only time you’d get to see him was when he was with white beard or if he’d come in your shared room thinking you were asleep. Tonight you wanted to stay up and wait for him to come so the two of you could talk.

The longer you stayed up the more upset you got and who knows who was going to get caught in the crossfire. An hour passed and Ace finally showed up looking very exhausted and tipsy, “Where have you been Ace.” You asked with your arms crossed while keeping your focus on the bed sheets.

“Out. Why?” He said taking his hat and shoes off, “Do you even want to start this family with me and be honest.” He looked at you like he was contemplating something before answering. “It’s not that I don’t wNt too, I’m just scared. I don’t want to talk about this right now Y/n.”

“Ace what do you think I am? Everyday? If you were too scared to have this baby then I should’ve gott-” “Don’t finish that sentence.” His head was turned towards you but you didn’t want to look at him. “I’m carrying the baby, I’m protecting the baby with my body, but I can’t be the only one caring for this baby when it comes out. Which is any day now if you knew that.” You scoffed scooting to make yourself comfortable in the bed.

“I did know, I’ve been asking everyone I know for tips on how to better take care of you and the baby. I’m scared. I should’ve talked to you about this and I know that. Just don’t ice me out Y/n, that doesn’t fit well with your personality.” He stood up and went into the bathroom leaving you alone in your thoughts.

You two were only having issues because of miscommunication and he was bold enough to admit that. Maybe the hormones were making you too stubborn to forgive him just that quick. He came back out after taking a shower getting ready to get into bed with you but you stopped him. “I don’t want you sleeping here tonight. The baby also said the same thing, they said their father needs to learn his lesson.” He smirked walking over to your side of the bed to place a kiss on your cheek then he grabbed a blanket and made himself comfortable on the couch.

“Goodnight lovely wife of mine.” He says forcing a small smile on your lips, “Goodnight Husband.”

“Honey please tell me why you’re sulking at my desk?” Sabo asked looking up from the papers from across the room. He leaned against the table while crossing his arms waiting for you to respond. “Y/n?” You looked up at him then looked away.

“Why am so here? You could’ve left me at home.” You say playing with something that was sprawled on his desk. “I wanted you to come so that we could spend time together.” He said stepping closer to you. “I feel like I’m apart of your desk. YOUR baby and I don’t feel appreciated at all, I’m so sick and tired of you asking me to come and spend time with you at work when all you do-”

Sabo forced you to stop rambling with just a simple kiss. He sat down on his knees using his hands to rub your thighs to calm you down. “Look, I had every intention of taking you out today but plans ended up changing at the last minute.” He caressed your cheeks pulling you closer to him once again to plant an even longer kiss on your lips. He smiled into the kiss wrapping his arms around your thighs to pick you up to place you on his lap.

“You do this all the time.” You say crossing your leg over one another, he just laughed in the crook of your neck pulling you closer to him with one arm while his other hand rubbed on your stomach. “OUR baby is doing just fine. It’s his mama that’s stressed over a minor issue. Do you want to get out of here?”

You looked off to the side while wrapping your arms around his neck, you leaned your head on top of his and let out a small sigh. “No, it’s fine. Keep working.” You say and he just sits there rubbing your stomach. “Let’s go to our favorite spot, how does that sound?”

You and Law had gotten into an argument a few days ago because of him overworking himself. He thought you were being irrational and weren’t thinking straight because of your pregnancy hormones.

So you had been staying to yourself for the bast couple of weeks because Law was too prideful to apologize. It was around one am and you can’t sleep peacefully without law by your side. But you won’t apologize first either, you’ve done it too many times even if it wasn’t your fault that you two got into an argument.

You were laying in bed as Bepo was feeding you a bowl full of fruit because you were told by the doctor to rest in bed. “Y/n I’ve got to say, your resolve is impeccable.” He said placing another strawberry in your mouth and you just sighed and gave him a small smile. “Is there a reason why you don’t want to speak with Captain Law.” You turn to your side with your back facing Bepo as he spoke.

“Law scares me.” You said fidgeting with the bed sheets, “How does the Captain scare you? He’d never do anything to hurt you.” “Everything he does scares me. He doesn’t even want a baby and when I threatened to break up with him he seemed relieved.” Bepo gasped and ran to the other side of the bed to see your face. Tears were sliding down your cheeks, “I was an idiot…” Bepo looked up at something then started rubbing your back to calm you down.

“Bepo I don’t care what happens to me I just want my daughter to be safe, even if you throw the both of us off of the Tang I won’t be bad.” Bepo continued to rub your back as more tears fell down your face, “So this is where you’ve been hiding.” Bepo flinched and stood up apologizing for not saying anything to the both of you and then running out the room.

Law closed the door behind him and locked it, you still didn’t want to speak to him so you covered yourself with the blanket so that he wouldn’t see you crying. “Y/n, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.” You rolled your eyes because it didn’t seem like a sincere apology.

The blanket started to move and you thought he was trying to see your face but he moved it to where he could see your stomach. He placed his hands on them and the gave your stomach peppering many kisses while saying things that couldn’t hear. Moving the blanket you looked down at him and he glanced your way turning slightly so that you couldn’t hear whatever secret he was telling your daughter.

After a couple of minutes he stood up and grabbed the bowl Bepo had and started to feed you the fruit. You looked off to the side not accepting it but he forced you to look at him and eat the fruit. “Our daughter and I just had a conversation right now and we both agreed that I was in the wrong. And I’m sorry for not looking at the situation from your point of view.” He kept his head down not expecting you to forgive him, a small smile appeared on your face watching pout towards your stomach.

“You may look dumb but you can be smart sometimes.” You cover your mouth trying to hide the blushing smile appearing as he looked at you with an annoyed expression. He kissed your stomach before standing up and placing one on your cheek, then your other cheek then finally one on your lips. He held himself there for a moment longer before pulling away and smiling.

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graciegoeskrazy · 2 months

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somebody else

george daniel + xcx!stepdaughter!teen!reader

(ft charli, gabbriette, and matty!)

warnings: cursing, daddy issues, bio dad comes back, king george, charli is a queen

a/n: ty anon who requested this and dug an old idea out of the trash lmao. hope u enjoy! i’m really proud of this one actually tehehe.

“Y/n, what time do you get out of practice today?” George asked, packing your lunch.

You stared at your phone with a blank expression, reading the texts you had received through the night.

“Y/n?” George called again when there was no response. “Hellooooo? Earth to y/n??” George teased.

Your head snapped up and your eyes widened in realization. “Sorry, I, uh- I get out at 5:30,” You tried to play it off with a laugh, immediately looking back down the texts.

“You okay?” George sensed something was off.

“Yeah, fine. Got to go,” You stood from the bar stool and grabbed your things, including the luch george had packed that was lying on the counter. You brushed it off quickly, trying to evade further questions.

“Wait a minute- what was that?” George persisted, concerned.

“Nothing, George! I’m fine, I got to go to school,” You placed a kiss on his cheek, standing on your tip toes, before you turned to your mom who was walking in from the bedroom she and George shared. “Bye, mom!” You said, rushing out the door.

“Bye, darling,” Charli said, walking out in her pjs and bedhead

With that you slammed the door and headed off the school. Charli laughed at the look stuck on her fiance’s face and kissed hm and she wrapped her arms around her torso. “What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Nothing, I guess. She’s just acting weird. Staring at her phone,” He said, trying to downplay her worries.

She smiled. “That’s what teenagers do, George…” she added, trying to reassure him.

He shrugged as he cleaned up the mess from packing her lunch. “Have you noticed she’s acting differently?” George pressed on, sensing there was more beneath the surface.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“I don’t know-“ George hesitated, searching for the right words.

“Yes, you do,” George looked up with a look. Charli tilted her head and smiled.

He continued. “Quieter. Not the chipper, happy girl we know and love?”

Charli got serious. “I mean, yeah, but I had just chalked it up to hormones,” She admitted, realizing she couldn’t ignore the signs any longer.

“Hm,” George said, looking down.

His other hand sensed the concern on his face. “She’ll come around. Whatever is happening, our girl is stronger than it. She’ll be fine,”

“Yeah,” George agreed, though his worry still lingered.

“Our girl,” He whispered and smiled.

…

You did your best to avoid the texts on your phone. He was up to his nose in nonsense again and it was starting to get to you, even more than usual. For the first week or so, he was respectful. You set boundaries, never promised to see him in person, and he agreed. Over time he got more abrupt. He would message you constantly, saying ‘hey’ or ‘sorry’ or ‘please forgive me’ or other stupid shit. Eventually, when you didn't reply he would curse you out. He would make threats and call you names, proof of the real him. You would cry and fight the urge to scream in the school bathroom. A stark contrast to the life you lived at home and school. You were a model student with a combination of popularity and straight A’s. A nice nepo baby who was a good friend to everyone and a joy to be around. Nobody knew of the dark past that you lived through.

Your ‘dad’, if you can even call him that, caused trouble from the beginning. Your mom and him were in love for a long time, but when you came along and Charli was ready to live a family life along with her career, despise your expectancy, your dad backed out and left. Charli begged and pleaded for years, but to no avail. Your early childhood memories include vivid glimpses of him from the times he did try and come around, but he always chose different things over you. The last time he tried was nearly 5 years ago. You were 10. You were excited when your mom said he wanted to see you again, You were excited to be like the other kids at school and have 2 parents, but that was a short-lived dream. He left after a while, completely ghosting you and your mom.

A message popped up on your Instagram account a couple of weeks ago. Usually, the messages you get are from XCX or 75 fans who want to connect to you to get closer to George or your Mum, so you ignore them at first glance. That was until you saw the name. His name. He said he wanted to talk and and gave you his number, You reached out. He said all he wanted to do was relay a message - he was doing good, he hoped you were doing good, he was in a better, more stable place, he would like to talk or even meet but there was no pressure.

And like a fool, you fell for it.

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Gabbriette promised to pick you up from school and take you out to ‘start of spring break right’. She had known you for years, being friends with your mom, and had become somewhat of an aunt, so when she and Matty fell in love and started dating, it was nothing short of perfect. She took you to your favorite spot the two of you shared, then to a shop or two, eventually meeting up with Matty who said he wanted to meet the two of you for dinner.

You took a picture of the delectable pate in front of you with the couple just behind, capturing the warmth of the moment with a pink heart emoji and posted it without a second thought.

After a delightful dinner, filled with laughter and shared stories, you all headed back to your parents’ place. Charli suggested a game night of ‘Cards Against Humanity’, and that’s how the five of you ended up gathered around the coffee table in the living room, ready for a night of fun and friendly competition. After a good hour of laughter and drinking, a knock sounded at the door.

“Who’s that?” Charli asked, looking at George.

“I wasn't expecting anyone?” he said. George looked at you expectantly but you just shrugged, oblivious as to who was on the other side of the door.

The laughter continued as Matyt placed another card down and your mom went to answer the door.

“Y/n, can you go to your room for a second?” She stayed staring through the peep hole in the door.

“Why?” You stood up and gave her a confused look, snacking on the sucker Gabbriette got you earlier that day.

She turned to you, a serious look on your face as she sent a pleading look to her friend. “Just do it for me, please? Gab? Can you go with her?”

She put a reassuring hand on your back as she guided you upstairs. The last thing you saw was George running to Charli’s side at the door.

…

Once upstairs and inside, Gabby closed the door behind her and told you to sit on the bed. “What was that about? Who’s there?” You asked.

You could tell that she knew something was up, but was trying to downplay it for your sake. “I don’t know! Don’t worry about it. She's probably being dramatic about something.”

You rolled your eyes. “Gabby, my mother loves attention but she is not dramatic.”

A knock sounded at your door. “Hiiii.” Matty poked his head through the door before fully making his way though.

“What's happening?” You asked, fear evident in your tone.

He shrugged and smiled, clearly hiding something. “Nothing. It was just a sketchy guy at the door.” He smiled.

You crossed your arms. “You liar.” You tried to get passed him and make your way to the door.

He put his arms on your shoulders to stop you from passing. ‘Hey! I’m not lying.” He technically wasn’t. You didn't believe it though.

“Yeah, sure, leave the acting to your parents.” You laughed and pushed past him and through the door.

As much as he wanted to laugh, his anxiety grew as he watched you brush pass him with ease and walk downstairs. “Y/n wait.”

Charli was face to face with a man, someone you recognized. Anger was written all over her face. “For the 5th and final time, get out.” George was hovering behind her, strong and protective Even though he never said a word.

“I’ve come to talk, just to talk.” He said.

Before your mother could get another chance to speak the steps beneath you creaked, giving your position away. All 3 heads turned to you, silent. Eventually, a voice spoke up.

“Hi, my love.” He said, hesitantly.

“Hi, Justin.” you softly said.

The man’s man was Justin Lemoine. He was your biological father.

He had been in and out since the moment you were born. You thought he was gone forever when he left nearly 5 ago and never came back. The slowly but surely growing relationship the two of you were building vanished instantly when he told your mother he couldn't do it again. You were 10 years old then, but now you were almost 15.

Then you were innocent and naive, now you were a young woman who was more certain of who you were, what you wanted, and the life you wanted to live. And that life didn’t include Justin.

He was always ‘Justin’, never ‘Dad’ or ‘Papa’, or anything like that. That space was reserved for someone else. Someone like George.

He tried to take a step toward you but you shook your head, letting him know to take a step back. “I came to talk to you real quick-”

“I don't want to talk to you.” You flatly said.

“C’mon, don't be like that.”

“They told you not to come over here.” He knew the ‘they’ you were referring to was the court and the agreement

“I know, I-”

“Then why are you here?”

“I wanted to talk to you. I’ve been meaning to stop by since-”

“Since the last time you saw me?” You took a small step towards him, telling him you were serious.

He sighed and gave a solemn look. “Yeah.”

“So 5 years. Right?” It was said more mater-of-fact rather than a question.

‘Y/n.” He started his stint of trying to reason with you. You interrupted before he got the chance.

“No, I’m right, right? It's been 5 years since you’ve seen me? End of 2019, correct?”

He sighed again, starting to back down just the slightest bit. “Yeah.”

You let out a hum and you crossed your arms. George and Charli watched from behind, in awe of your spirit. “So what was it? Lots of wrong turns?”

His gaze shifted downwards. “Something like that.” It was almost as if he was ashamed. It was as if he was being genuine and serious this time. It felt like he really wanted to try again.

That thought only lasted a second before reality snuck back in. A beautiful simple guess of ‘what could be’ was loss in an instant. The reality was conversations like this between you and him have happened one too many times. The reality was taking the alternate suggested route would only lead to disaster and chaos, again. You had your answer, your envisioned future, at that future did not include him.

You stood stoic and strong. “You can leave now.”

He tried to move forward to you. “Listen, y/n, I just-”

“You said you wanted to talk…we talked. So, you can leave now.”

He sighed again. “I want you to give me another chance, baby girl-”

“Don’t call me that.” You were getting heated and angry which you knew would not end well, especially for him. You had your mother's ferocity and fiery nature, and it wasn't something to be messed with.

“C’mon don’t be like that I can-”

“I gave you another chance. Multiple. 5 years ago.”

You swallowed and stayed silent, unsure of what to do next. You had already made your next move.

“Leave.”

He sighed and tried to reach out to you. “Y/n, I’m-”

“Leave right now or I swear to god the next time you come and bother me or my family again it won't be pretty.” You stared at him with fire in your eyes.

He let out a soft chuckle. “‘Family’, huh?”

You nodded.

“You think you can just choose? Do you think you can pick a couple of people, and call them your aunts and uncles? Let them take you out to Central Park for a day?” You tilted your head before you relized he was alluding to the post you had made with Gabby earlier that day, “Or your Dad? You think that man is your Father?” He gestured to George for the first time. You could hear shifting in the background and George sighing, You assumed he was about to make a move, but Charli stretched an arm to block him and you spoke before he got a chance. “He's been more of a Dad to me in the past 3 years than you have in my entire lifetime.”

And every ounce of fire that George had inside him, wanting to go and punch that prick of a man in the face, was extinguished by your words. George sighed and Charli grabbed his hand, squeezing it.

Justin, meanwhile, was speechless. You had really replaced him. “Leave, Justin.” You said, without any room for question. He left, slamming the door behind him.

It was quiet for a solid 5 seconds before anyone spoke. You broke the silence. “I'm going to bed.”

Charli reached out to you. “Baby-”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You looked back and smiled.

You went upstairs and closed the door with a slam, continuing to sob into your pillows for the next hour.

…

Sleep eventually consumed you. Matty and Gabbriette left shortly after the fight and George and your Mum agreed to figure out the next steps tomorrow, knowing you were safe with them and believing Justin wouldn't make any more moves. When you woke up the clock on your phone read 2:15. You knew sleep wasn;t an option at this point so you got up and headed to the kitchen. You sat on the stool, to tired to move, to weary to make tea, so you just sat there. That was until you heard the footsteps coming from the hallway. It was George, half asleep. Your eyebrow twitched as he yawned and headed to you. He didnt say a word, just placed a kiss on your head before heading to the other side of the counter to make your favorite tea. A hit on deja vu creeping up as the two of you resembled the same positions as this morning.

You broke the silence after a minute. “What are you doing up?”

He shrugged as he continued his work.“Couldn’t sleep.” He slid the mug across the counter, along with a small container of honey.

“Thanks.” You softly said.

He watched as you finished making your drink. Your eyes were puffy, a sign you’ve been crying, along with the dark undereye circles that have been growing darker and darker over the past few weeks. All the signs he's seen and evidence he's gathered were now starting to make sense. “You okay?” He asked.

“Fine.” You said not looking up from your drink.

“You sure?” he asked, pushing you ever-so-slightly.

You sighed and shrugged, “I’ve been better I guess.” tears started to fall for what felt like the millionth time.

George rushed around the other side, wanting nothing more than to wrap you in his arms. “Hey- It's okay, it’s okay.”

You stayed quiet for a minute before talking though your hiccuped sobs.“I should’ve known he would come, I’m sorry.”

He tucked your head under his chin as you sobbed into him. “You don’t need to apologize, love. How would you’ve known?”

“Because he said he would!” Yous aid breaking away.

“What?” George asked, confused.

You sighed and pulled out your phone, opening the message up and laying it on the counter for george to lok at as you buried your head in your hands.

He hesitantly took the phone and started scrolling. It wasn’t long before angered built inside of him. “How long has this been happening for?”

You spoke through the sobs. “…I don’t kno-“

“Y/n.” He got serious and protective.

You sighed. “About a month…or two.”

Tension hung heavy in the air as you finally confessed

“Why didn’t you tell us?” George’s voice trembled with concern.

“Because everything was so perfect! Our family was fine, and I didn’t want this coming in and messing it up!” your words spilled out, laden with frustration. “That’s what he does. That’s what he’s always done,”

George hugged you again and you sighed into him. “I will get this sorted out. You won’t have to talk to this man again…if you don’t want to, of course-”

“I don’t want to talk to him,” your response was firm.

“Okay,” George breathed a sigh of relief. He could tell something else was bothering you, another thing eating away at your mind. “What are you thinking right now? What’s going through your mind?” He inquired gently.

After a moment of pondering, you responded. “I just can’t believe I’m half him. I just can’t believe that this is my life and I have to deal with him,” Your voice cracked with emotion.

“You are not him, you are you. And you are 20 times stronger than that shrimp of a man,” His response got the ends of your lips to twitch up in a smile that lasted for a millisecond, but George considered that a win. “Okay? You don’t have to worry about him anymore. I promise,” You nodded. “Maybe make your Instagram private though?”

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