Just saw your snaccs with transmasc!reader (which I adored) and was wondering if you'd be willing to do some thots on gender-affirming lovin' with transmasc!reader and Flip and/or Charlie?
Oh, dear friend, it makes me so happy to hear you enjoyed that post xoxoxoxo 🖤
SO. Trans bodies can look so many different, wonderful ways—and there’s absolutely no hierarchy within that extremely wide spectrum. Whether or not you’ve chosen to undergo gender-affirming surgery or HRT (or if you've had access to), the “right way” to have a trans body is the way that makes you feel like your truest self. Same thing goes for the language you choose to talk about your body parts—it’s about what makes you feel comfortable, confident, safe, and grounded.
When it comes to writing in smutty lovin’ in ficlet form (thots), I’d never want to imply that there was a “right way” to have a transmasc body by making choices about what equipment you are or aren’t workin’ with, nor would I want to choose specific language that might feel squicky when talking about your bod—I hope that makes some sorta sense. 🖤 You’re under NO obligation to tell me about your specific sitch/preferences, of course (!!!), but know I’m all ears if you’d like to xo.
In terms of more general headcanons, though, I’ve been thinking a lot about our favorite undercover detective…
Flip strikes me as the type of dude to absolutely lose - his - shit when people repeatedly deadname or misgender you. I’m talkin’ like, the red mist descends, and he’ll be up in their face with his teeth bared, snarling “THAT’S - NOT - HIS - FUCKING - NAME,” and you having to be like *nervous laughter* YEP okay thanks bud appreciate the solidarity TIME TO GO! *yanks him away by the flannel before he tears their limbs off*
That, and pulling whatever strings he can to get your government documents to actually fucking align with your gender, ‘cause that shit’s an absolute nightmare. Good thing the grannies who work at the Colorado Springs DMV like him so much—and you, too, by extension.