Using this as an opportunity to talk about toxic behavior.
If you set a boundary with someone and they respond by dismissing your feelings and using language specifically intended to make you feel inferior ("dude," "you just," etc.), stop engaging with this person.
This message was curated to be demeaning. I'm not giving them the benefit of the doubt, this was intentionally harmful.
“as a t-boy, reading your work” post and Yeah! Representation is important it turns out cause ur stuff is very very hot to me, I’ve never really seen ppl like me desired before outside of like. Ppl who dont think we’re actually guys. So your work is fucking awesome.
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Thank you!! I started writing gn and transmasc fics partially because there's a severe lack of representation. Trans men are desirable!!! Transmasc folks are desirable!!! Butches are desirable!!! I love you all with my whole heart.
If you are looking for more tmasc content, I highly suggest @/hysteric-boy for posts centered around T4T relationships and pup-play, and @/t4tlottie for butch and tmasc reader fics!
Okay guys. My weekend is coming up. There may be a new TVOFD chapter coming out Tuesday. Ive missed it so much but ive been caught up with. Im excited to get back into the flow of writing again. Thank you for being so kind and patient with me.
Ah, thank you for being vaguely condescending in my asks.
Sometimes I may take a prompt and write the thing I want to write about it. People have been getting a little too comfortable and I'm honestly considering closing my ask box.
This prompt made my knees weak… there’s a little bit of undescribed angst as set up, but it turns soft Very quickly. Enjoy :)
cw: fauxcest, mommy kink, age play
It slips out without thinking, the defensive retort.
“You’re not my mom!”
Baran scoffs a laugh, her jaw hanging open and her eyebrows raised. After a moment, she gives a short, tight nod, crosses her arms.
Guilt builds in Trinity’s chest.
“Okay,” Baran says, and Trinity thinks that’s the last of it, except Baran is stepping forward, moving towards her, and there’s this mean look in her eyes as her hand comes up to gently cup Trinity’s jaw. “And you’re sure about that, are you, baby? You think Mom doesn’t know exactly what you’re doing, acting like a brat like this?”
Mom. Not Mama, not Mommy. Mom. Like Baran is Trinity’s mother.
The instant drop in Trinny’s belly has her head swimming. She wants something she can’t name. Her lips part, but nothing other than a breathy whine escapes. No words, head empty. Her cunt pulses around nothing, which is humiliating, but she can’t seem to stop it.
“That’s what I thought,” Baran concludes like her suspicions have all but been confirmed. She hums. Scans Trinity’s face with laser focused eyes. “You need a mom to take care of you, keep you in check. Don’t you, Trinny?”
Trinny. Baran knows she’s weak for that. This isn’t fair!
“Mama,” she says, more of a petulant whine than anything else. Her temper dies down to a small ember, leaving behind the molten heat between her thighs.
“Aw,” Baran coos, her eyes glinting as her voice dips into the condescending register that has Trinny feeling so fucking small. “Is that my name, little one? Come on, sweetie, Mom knows you can say it.”
Trinity shakes her head. Keeps her mouth shut tight so the word doesn’t slip out, not when Mama’s eyes are on her so intently.
Baran inches closer, leans in so their faces almost touch. Her breath hits Trinny’s lips as she murmurs, “Just once, Trinny. C’mon, baby. Say it for me. Tell me who you want to take care of you, sweet girl.”
Trinity swallows.
“Want my Mom ta’ take care’a me,” she almost slurs, dropping so fast her head fucking spins.
When Trinny finally comes, after hours of Mama edging her (lovingly) for her attitude, it’s because Baran whispers oh so softly into her ear how good a daughter she is for her mom, how well she listens, how she’s such a pretty little girl for her mother. And Trinity takes it all, soaks up the praise and babbles as she falls back to earth, little ‘mama’s and ‘mom’s interspersed interchangeably.
Extra snippet:
The next day, the three of them are hanging out on the couch, each doing their own thing, and Trin says something like, “Mom was telling me about [insert thing here],” and starts to ramble like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
Cassie, meanwhile, is so confused. Thinking, ‘but Trinity said she doesn’t talk to her mother?’ And then she catches the look on Baran’s face, the smug glint in her eyes as she meets Cassie’s, the pride when she looks at Trinity, and she thinks oh. All the blood in her body shoots south to pool in her clit, making her throb. She shifts guiltily, presses her thighs together as Trin continues to ramble.
Suffice to say, that is not the last time Trin calls either of them Mom. Unlike Mama (Baran) or Mommy (Cassie), this title is not specific to either one of them, and her mommies will make a game out of how many times they can get Trinny to slip and refer to them as her mothers (and then they fuck nasty about it after).
(Note: I kinda see Trin using the term Mom when she’s big or regressed to not-baby space, ya know? And then Mama and Mommy are for when she’s feeling reallyyyy little.)
Thinking about pre-established HFAU relationship where Cassie offers to drive you home from work one day. For some reason, despite the passenger's side being empty, you instinctively hop into the backseat.
Cassie looks back at you through the rear view mirror, laugh lines deepening with an amused smirk.
"You know I don't bite, right?" She cackles and starts the car.
Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you try to babble some half-baked excuse. Cassie nods along, not really paying attention to your long-winded response; she's already preoccupied with how she's going to break the news to Baran that they need to get the house ready for a new baby.
McKay x plus size reader but shes manhandling reader like robby does with dennis. Hand on the back of readers beck, pulling them around the ER, always there, always watching. Dont know, just a thought 🤭
(Post from @wiinterz)
Friends, please don't do this. I've mentioned quite a bit that I'm not doing reqs for anything other than my HFAU and seeing the exact same ask on another page leads me to believe you aren't reading their rules or posts. This is generally poor fanfic etiquette and can make authors feel more like a chat bot than someone who's specific voice is valued.
This isn't hate toward the anon, just trying to discourage people from doing this. And if you do do this, please at least mention you've asked other authors the same question.
"Look at you," Victoria murmured, running her hands through Cassie's knotted hair, as the older woman rested her head in her lap, "you're just a sleepy mess."
"Mmm," Cassie hummed, touch drunk, nuzzling deeper into Victoria's stomach where her shirt had ridden up.
Victoria always felt powerful when she was able to get her girlfriend like this, so needy and pliant. She knew it stemmed from Cassie feeling like she had to be "on" all the time, as a recovering addict forever battling the occasional craving, as an overworked doctor, as a mother feeling the lingering guilt of incomplete custody. She never wanted to be part of the long list of things that made Cassie's life harder.
Clearly, in this moment though, she'd spent too much time deep in thought, because Cassie made a displeased sound suddenly, rolling over to stare up at her, face half obscured by her bangs.
"Sorry, baby," Victoria giggled. Resumed essentially petting the older woman's head. Cassie immediately relented and closed her eyes. But Victoria didn't think she'd dropped down far enough yet...and she wanted Cassie to really, really wind down tonight.
So she gently tugged at the short hairs at the base Cassie's neck, and reassured her, "you don't have to be all pretty for me, huh? I like you just like this. Just be a good, dumb boy and relax. I've got you."
Said again with fondness in her eyes as her girlfriend's breathing slowed and she immediately began to drift,