you were a bit nervous to come out to your best friend as a trans man. you've known each other since childhood, and she's always been hyperfeminine and boy-crazy. whenever you got in trouble for expressing masculinity as a child, your parents would point to her as the shining example of femininity—couldn't you be more like her, with her fluffy dresses and love of pink? they always hoped that spending time with her would eventually rub off on you, but it never worked.
your friend, though, never seemed to mind your nonconformity. she had even let you be the "dad" when you had played "house" as children! you hoped that would extend to the revelation of your gender, but... you had no idea just how excited she would be. when you finally told her that you were a man, her eyes lit up, and she squealed, throwing her arms around you. "i'm so happy for you!"
to your surprise, she was the one who encouraged you to begin your medical transition as soon as possible. she came with you to the clinic and had the nurses teach both of you how to administer your shots, "just in case" you couldn't do your own for whatever reason someday. your first binder was a gift from her for your 19th birthday.
"you know, my parents were always so adamant that i couldn't have boys over," she told you with a dreamy sigh. "but we've had tons of sleepovers... it's kind of scandalous, right? like, i snuck a boy in without them knowing!"
before you came out, she avoided taking you shopping. she was girly, and you weren't—she didn't think you'd enjoy it. now? she loves taking you to the men's section, helping you pick out a brand new wardrobe. trying on clothing for her is a lot more fun now that it's all masculine items, and you pose for her like a calvin klein model. you try not to read into it too much when she bites her lip at the sight of you modeling boxer briefs for her.
"you're getting so hairy," she comments, marveling over your new body hair. "you should start going to the gym! testosterone helps with building muscle, right?"
naturally, she comes to the gym with you. but she doesn't spend much time working out. she does yoga in skin-tight pants, her attention split between ogling you as you lift, and bending over to try and get you to ogle her.
you may be new to being treated like a man, but you're no fool. there's only so many hints you can brush off before it's impossible to ignore what she's doing. she's no longer boy-crazy; she has eyes for one man, and one man only: you. you buy your first play packer without telling her. she finds out by the sight of your bulge the next time you go to her house when her parents aren't home. she tries not to stare, but she can't tear her eyes away. you laugh and hook your arms around her waist, holding her so close that she can surely feel the size of it against her thigh. "did you think you could mold me into your perfect boyfriend without me noticing?" you ask her, whispering in her ear. she shivers. "how long were you expecting me to wait before you fessed up? you know that another effect of testosterone is that it makes me unbearably horny, don't you?"
she's already drenched when your fingers rub her cunt through her panties. you can hardly wait another second, and neither can she—you toss her onto her bed, the same bed you had innocent sleepovers in all those years ago, and you stuff your cock into her tight wet pussy inch by inch. she moans and writhes beneath you, her eyes glazed over with desire. "naughty girl," you say, pulling her shirt up and her bra down to expose her puffy nipples. "you know you're not supposed to have boys over."
she doesn't respond, or maybe she cant; she can hardly say anything coherent as you pound into her. all she can manage to babble is a string of fuck, more, oh god, and harder—and, of course, your name, which she chants like a prayer.
when she cums on your cock, her pussy pulsing with pleasure, you both know that she's succeeded: you've become a hell of a man, and the perfect boyfriend she's always wanted.
ive never fucked a cis before. you're so handsome, i never would have guessed. what's that, you want to top? don't be ridiculous, you've got a perfectly good hole for me to fuck. it would be a waste to ignore the proper use of your body. you're a man with a prostate—you were made for this. i've always wanted to hit a cis man's prostate. i can't wait to try it out. so, go on, already. face down, ass up. good boy.
there's a gay trans man who's extremely close friends with a straight trans woman—the two of them wind up having bottom surgery at around the same time, entirely by coincidence. they joke around about how they'll both be healed up at around the same time, too. they've always had the kind of friendship where they jokingly flirt with each other, knowing that nothing would ever come of it. she assumes that nothing has changed about that, and makes a joke about her friend giving her brand new pussy a "test run" once they've recovered from surgery.
he plays along with a strange look in his eye. "of course. I'd love to take your virginity." his words make her blush, but she stares at him in confusion; neither of them are virgins, she reminds him. he just smiles at her, not bothering to correct her further.
a few months later, he's the one carefully stretching her tender cunt open with his fingers. he takes his sweet time preparing her, determined to make her first time a pleasurable one. she still can't believe it—why would he even want to fuck her? but he reassures her with a kiss to her forehead. "as if i would entrust your virginity to some cishet douchebag who doesn't know how to find the clit."
he loves her more than anything, and he doesn't need to be sexually attracted to her in order to get hard. it only takes him a moment to adjust his cock to stand erect. he rubs the tip between her folds, teasing her entrance. "don't worry too much. this is my first time too, okay?"
their fingers entertwine as he finally pushes his cock inside, slowly inching forward until he's buried to the hilt. no amount of romance could've made it any more loving than it already is. he treats her gently, like something precious, and rocks his hips into hers until she's trembling around him. bare skin against bare skin, no fabric, silicone, or latex between them. she comes undone, her pussy desperately clamping down on his cock as though pulling him deeper inside.
"i'll always be your first, and you'll always be mine," he whispered, near breathless. "don't let any other man treat you with less care than i do. promise me."
she promises him with starry eyes, no, she'll never accept anything less than his gold standard—but she can hardly imagine any other man satisfying her as well as he can, ever again.
🫀 "strife" will serve fine as a name to call me, if needed. otherwise, feel free to use titles for me. "sir" is a favorite. "mister", "master", and "daddy" are acceptable. "father" is preferred over daddy, but a bit more in a priest way than an incest way. other masculine or universal titles are fine as well.
🫀 i am not attracted to women, but i am more than happy to play with them anyway, at least in the context of this blog. i may sometimes write for kinks or gender/orientation that don't personally involve or concern me, for fun, for friends, or as writing exercise.
🫀 asks may be deleted at my discretion, and i may delete any that have zero appeal to me. by all means, send them anyways. i follow back from a blog that starts with an i and ends with an n.
🫀 polyamorous and partnered. not seeking more
🫀 i use reclaimed slurs on this blog and i will not tag them
boundaries
🫀 minors do not interact
🫀 everyone 18+ is welcome to interact regardless of gender and orientation. however, do not interact with me from a "men dni" blog.
🫀 i don't really believe in dni's overall, but this is a space for freaks and perverts, so keep that in mind. aros and aces welcomed and loved. if you act like a cop about peoples "weird" labels then fuck off. contradictory labels, transhets, and the multigendered welcomed and loved.
🫀 this is a kinkshaming free zone (unless you're into that, in which case you're a nasty little whore, etc, etc). however, please do not send me asks about the following: detrans kink, scat, emeto, raceplay, beastiality, age gap involving a minor. if you're uncertain if a fantasy creature counts as beastiality, i typically follow the harkness test rules.
🫀 thought crimes are not real and i refuse to pretend that they are
🫀 i respect the preferred language of others for their own bodies, but i would prefer not to receive asks containing the phrases "boypussy," "bussy," or "he/him pussy."
🫀 use stereotypically male language for me in all regards.
kinks
🫀 a lot of the more "out there" kinks listed are intended exclusively as a fictional kink roleplay/for writing purposes. i don't condone real nonconsensual harm. all kinks will be tagged.
🫀 big fan of the following: bdsm, clothed sex, group sex, toys, restraints, hatesex, free use, praise, degradation, cannibalism, leather, small dom/big sub, experimentation (of sexuality, of gender, and of the scientific variety), sacrilege, surgery/medical, monsterfucking, murderfucking. autoandrophilia in a trans-honoring way.
🫀 i like a version of these, but probably not in the way you typically see them: forcemasc, forcefem, orientation play. orientation play preferences are gay male centric; either about straight men experimenting with other men, or about gay men experimenting with women.
🫀 not necessarily my thing on its own, but may show up on this account anyway, most likely in reblogs: guro, cnc, petplay, objectum, incest, somno, furries, adult age gap. others may come up. i'll tag them.
🫀 transmasc supremacy may come up. this is a kink, and not a sincerely held belief about the way the world should function. may also feature some gender role stuff/potentially misogyny. supremacy role will exclusively be aimed at transmascs (and possibly butches, depending on the post), not at cis men; cis men may be on the receiving end as the "inferior." (again, as fantasy.) general trans supremacy may also be present.
So, I just finished up a Netflix series by the name of The Dragon Prince today. Gotta say, for a show that’s rated TV-Y7, it sure didn’t pull many punches for when it came to the action. BIG TIME respect for that.
So, my official review is, if you love Avatar: The Last Airbender (and Legend of Korra for that matter) I can see y’all falling in love with this, as it has similar elements: quirky humor, heart felt moments, and great action sequences. Word of warning, it is a bit bloodier than said shows.
