i saw the tv glow is interesting. it’s not terrifying in a jump scare and gory way. it’s terrifying in a trans way. a way that you may be doomed to stay this way forever but you aren’t and the only way out is to embrace it.
Contents: ftm!wanderer, eating out, fingering, wanderers god complex comes out.
Summary: Reader and wanderer are getting frisky but reader realises that something is not quite right and investigates (with their mouth)
Authors note: I've been a trans scara truther since day 1 and cannot handle the lack of content for my boy. Like, damn. Can a bitch not eat any boy pussy around here.
It was often that Wanderer and (Y/n) would meet up like this, now. Whether it be in an old storage closet or an empty office - they'd always end up in the same position. (Y/n) kneeling on the floor between Wanderer's legs, worshipping him in his most intimate places.
They could still remember the first time it happened.
(Y/n) and the famed Wanderer had always had this thing going on between them. They'd bicker constantly. It was almost an unspoken competition on who could annoy the other first.
This time, they were stuck together in the empty academia library. Sticking the new order of books on the shelves. It was late on a Friday, and all the academia students were out for the weekend. Yet the library was anything but silent.
"Will you shut up and do your job, unsightly worm." Wanderer snarked, purposely hitting (Y/n) in the face with his long sleeves as he flew past to place the next stack of books.
(Y/n) snorted.
"Y'know, for someone so short you do have a large temper," (y/n) smirked - they knew the subject of height was touchy for her coworker, "It's truly impressive how you fit all of it in one body... along with your huge ego."
Wanderer flew past again, shoving into them once again.
"It's a wonder how you keep that ugly, fat head of yours on your shoulders." The temperament blue boy sniped back, this time staying next to (Y/n) to stack books on the shelf beside them.
"Wow is that really the best you've got." (Y/n) faced him, crossing their arms over their chest.
Wanderer's perfect lips curled into a scowl.
"I have nothing else to say to pathetic losers like you."
(Y/n)'s face soured, "HEY. Don't. Be. Such. An. Asshole." They poked at Wanderer's chest between every word.
The Wanderer bared his teeth at them, roughly slapping away their hand.
The pair stopped and stared each other down like a pair of feral dogs. The tension was thick.
(Y/n) struck again, poking Wanderer's hard chest with more force.
Wanderer repeated his previous action.
They repeat a few more times, each action getting rougher, until they eventually escalate to shoving each other around the library.
(Y/n) gasped as their back hit the shelve, their chest heaving. Their hands still gripping tightly at the front of her assailants' clothes.
Wanderer glared deeply into (Y/n)'s eyes. The tension thick enough to cut with a claymore.
(Y/n) once again made the first move, roughly pulling the shorter man in and kissing him. The response was immediate. Quickly becoming another battle for dominance between them.
All the months of built-up frustration between them finally being released.
(Y/n) bucked their hips into his. Their tongues and teeth clashing together. Neither of them seemed to care though. Wanderer's delicate hands gripped (Y/n)'s waist, matching the rhythm of their hips.
They continued like this for a while, their hands groping and fondling each other, until finally (Y/n)'s hand trailed down to his crotch.
Their hand fumbled around the front of his pants, feeling around for the expected hardness. Only to realise they couldn't find it. (Y/n)'s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, still not breaking the kiss.
Is he not into it? They stressed in their mind.
Wanderer broke the kiss, his lips moving down (Y/n)'s neck, where he nipped and sucked. The recipient moved their neck, giving him more room for him, moaning at his actions.
(Y/n)'s eyes fluttered at the feeling, their anxiety washing away. He wouldn't be this into it if he didn't want me, right? Maybe his pants are too thick. They resumed fumbling with his pants, their hands unbuttoning them and weaseling in, continuing to rub around.
The man groaned into their neck, humping the hand between his legs. He was not used to this feeling.
(Y/n)'s eyebrows furrowed in concentration, continuing to search his pants for something that was apparently not there.
He's gotta be into it? Maybe he's just small-- Their finger made contact with the wet patch in his underwear. Oh.
OHHH.
It finally clicked.
They knew what they had to do now.
(Y/n)'s free hand came up and pulled the blue haired man away from their neck and resumed their kissing. Carefully navigating him backwards until he hit a desk.
Wanderer grunted at the movement.
(Y/n) pulled their other hand out of his pants and worked on pulling them down. Once his pants were down they moved back to look Wanderer in the eyes. The mans eyes snapped open and his eyebrows furrowed.
"Is this alri-" (Y/n) was cut off.
"Did I say stop, worm." The blue haired brat snarked.
(Y/n) blinked. "I wanted to ask can I-" They were cut off again.
"Yes. Now hurry up." Wanderer gripped the back of (Y/n)'s hair and brought them back into an impatient kiss.
Damn bitch, okay. (Y/n) mentally rolled their eyes at his behaviour. What did they expect. They pull away from his soft lips and start kissing down his neck. Making their way down to the waistline of his breifs.
Wanderer looks down at (Y/n) kneeling between his legs and he swears his nonexistent heart started thumping. He felt like he was being worshipped. Like a god.
(Y/n) stared deeply into Wanderers eyes, their fingers curling into the waistband of his underwear, before pulling them down. Exposing him.
The mans eyes widened in surprise and a ferocious blush bled onto his cheeks. His mechanical pump working overtime to push blood around his body.
"Wh- what the hell are you-" Wanderer was cut off abruptly and gasped.
(Y/n)'s tongue delved deeply into the wet heat between his legs. Groaning loudly at the taste. Their nose buried in the neat tuft of blue hair above his slit.
Wanderer's legs almost give out, causing him to prop hiself onto the table. (Y/n) took the opportunity to hike one of his legs over their shoulder, spreading him wider.
(Y/n) ate him out like it was their last meal, savouring every flick of their tongue. Their hand gripping the leg on their shoulder. Their free hand trailing up and sliding into Wanderers weeping hole.
Wanderer's hand flew up and gripped (Y/n)'s hair, his head falling back. His thighs trembled around their head. He had definitely never felt anything like this before. He felt like his artificial nerves were on fire.
A broken noise came from his throat.
(Y/n) sped their fingers up, curling them and latched onto his clit, suckling on it. The thighs around their head shook violently ans the fingers against their scalp tightened.
Wanderer felt something inside him tighten, then break. He let out an almost primal noise as he gripped (Y/n)'s head with both hands, holding them tighter against him as he rode their face.
(Y/n) let him ride out his orgasm on their face, his juices dripping down their chin and hand. It had a slight buzz to it, tingling on their tongue. It was addictive. They pulled their fingers out of Wanderer and gave him one last lick before standing up and taking his head onto their shoulder.
Wanderer leant his weight onto (Y/n) as he came back to his senses. They stayed like that for a few minutes before he sat back up and stared deeply into (Y/n)'s eyes, a lazy smirk rising on his face.
"Again."
Extra:
"EH?! WHERE DID THIS STORM COME FROM?! HURRY UP AND GET MY KEYS OUT ALHAITHAM MY HAIR IS GONNA BE RUINED!"
Me trying to convince you all that wanderer is trans.
also gets a seraph tattooed on his top surgery scars
t4t bi
he's still sometimes mistaken for a girl
it used to bother him a lot when he was younger
came out to matt very early on
couldn't fully transition until he was out of wammy's
he/him pronouns yes but also they/them
did take testosterone when he was 18-19 but stopped after the explosion
his style honestly didn't change much before vs after transitioning - he just became a lot more confident
actually crossdresses occasionally
was very very dysphoric when he was younger especially when he was on edge
still struggles with dysphoria when he's older but has learnt to handle it better
if you're his partner he's going to need assurance . a lot of it.
will literally get SO giddy if you call him "my boy" "pretty boy" "___ boy"
Loves being validated by his partner!!
used to wear a homemade binder when he was in wammy's
used a binder until he was 18 and then got top surgery
definitely used to wear his binder for wayy too long
used to practise his "real voice" with matt when they were in wammy's
sometimes uses the more feminine version of his voice to spook matt (purely for fun )
haiii!! i hoped you liked it. im not trans myself so i took reference from the net for this and researched a bit... im so so so sorry if i got anything wrong (pls point it out in the comments so i can fix it!!) feel free 2 comment, reblog, send in some more requests , etc
hi 👋 my bestie explained the connection between transfem musicians and hyperpop so now i'm here to ask ye old FTMblr about the connection between/history of transmasc musicians and softer indie music (in violent contrast to hyperpop)
