i’m having crazy bad cramps - are there any fics where ryan and shane are on their period and the other comforts them? also happy for shyanara etc fics 🥰
hey there - feel better soon!
The Truth About the Moon - idkspookystuff | T, 1.2k, complete
Ryan is the dumbest motherfucker on the entire planet.
Well, okay, there are probably people who are dumber than him. But right now, standing in front of his bathroom mirror with a t-shirt tucked under one arm and his binder under the other, he’s at least the dumbest motherfucker in his apartment. On one hand, he knows he shouldn’t sleep with a binder on. On the other, Shane is sitting in his bedroom and Ryan hasn’t told him he’s trans yet.
-or the one where ryan gets his period and shane's the best boyfriend ever.
Bleeding Love - BergaraHoe (flannelfeelings) | T, 2.3k, complete
When staying overnight at the Lizzie Borden house, Ryan runs into quite a conundrum. Usually, he's prepared for things like this, but tonight, he's in trouble.
When his best friend Shane offers a helping hand, Ryan finds much more than a simple favor.
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Everyone’s out here praising Demon!shane (as it should be) but how about creating spectrophilia!Ryan? Or maybe Trans!Ryan and Incubus!Shane to better fit eachother. I just need more interesting shyan content.
So this post will totally be disorganized and a ramble but I just wanted to express how happy and loved it makes me feel to read Trans!Ryan fanfics in the Buzzfeed Unsolved fandom.
As a trans guy I never see guys like me in media (which is why im starting a tv show but thats another post) and being able to read well thought out, beautiful writing about a main character being trans makes me so happy?
And all of them are so respectful and don't fetish trans men at all. Another thing is with these fanfics they've brought me confidence-- like hello yes I am sexy I am desirable I am attractive and I am wanted. And with these fanfics it also dissolves my fears of not finding a future boyfriend/husband because of me being trans. But with these fanfics because you all have written Trans!Ryan with Shane and them being happy, caring, loving and down right sexy with each other makes me feel that I can find that one day. I will be able to find a future partner whom loves me and accepts me.
So yeah this is cheesy, and overly romantic but this is my thank you post for all the fanfic writers out there who make Trans! au's-- because you've helped me-- a trans guy, feel loved, accepted, confident and albeit even sexy.
Trans people are hOOo where do I start? Amazing 💝💕💘💓💖 (warning: I’m not all that educated and some things may be triggering I guess? I dunno pls tell me if I say anything offensive)
Waking up every morning feeling as if you’re not truly yourself is something Ryan Bergara would never wish upon anyone. He’s been a boy his entire life, it’s just his body that doesn’t match his mindset. Well, it used to be like that. He’s been on testosterone for three months now, and he’s saving money to get top surgery. His voice is deeper and his face and body are changing to match who he really is, and nothing makes him happier. He’s got supportive friends and somehow, he landed the world’s most supportive boyfriend.
Shane Madej can’t lie and say he understands what Ryan is going through. However, he does understand that Ryan is growing more confident within his body, and if Shane has to hold Ryan’s shaking hand when he’s doing his testosterone injections, he’ll happily do it. Shane puts all and any money he can towards Ryan’s big surgery, because no matter how much of a man he sees his boyfriend, he wants Ryan to feel happy and complete. Shane Madej has never spent a day in his life feeling like he isn’t in his right body, and one day, he hopes Ryan feels like that too.
Any good fics where either Ryan or Shane are transgender?
we’ve got quite the batch!
Artifice - InkStainsOnMyHands | E, 3.5k, Complete
Ryan certainly didn't expect to see this when investigating the abandoned mansion hidden away in the Hollywood Hills. When he peeked through the grime-stained window on the lower floor of the house, he expected to see chipped paint, rotten wood, and the general decay that had been seen on the outside. Instead, he was greeted by the sight of writhing bodies atop lavish, updated furnishings while flamboyantly dressed costumers marveled at their displays.
Had he stumbled onto the set of a historical pornography? Everyone, from the passionate couples (threesomes, foursomes, holy fucking shit) to the spectators, obscured their faces with adornments more commonplace during masquerades.
This is some Fifty Shades of Grey shit right here, what the actual fuck?
You’re Mine - InkStainsOnMyHands | M, 1.8k, Complete
Ryan changes during the course of his relationship with Shane.
Unconventional - InkStainsOnMyHands | E, 3k, Complete
...In that moment, [Shane] can’t find an elegant way to ask, “Hey, you’re exceptionally healthy, have a great personality and are well-educated. Want to be my baby’s daddy?”
Or
Shane and Ryan take an unconventional path to parenthood.
my favorite pick-me-up - mothmanfucker666 | E, 3.4k, Complete
Now that he's started noticing Ryan, he can't stop, and with his body adjusting to the new boost of testosterone — well, Shane finds himself popping inopportune boners like it's his first year on T all over again.
Bricks - breathtaken | M, 9.8k, Complete
She’s – she’s a girl. A woman. And that feels real nice, it warms her from the heart outwards, but at the same time it’s like – there’s a half-remembered memory of a cartoon sequence, of one character building a wall while the other one tries to tear it down at the same time, pulling the bricks off the wall over and over while the first character keeps on stacking them up. Every little interaction that reinforces her image as A Man is another brick, and there’s a lot of them and only one of her, alone behind the wall, getting tired.
You Can't Buy Love (But You Can Rent It, For 3 Minutes) - HeavyMetalMothman | M, 2k, Complete
Shane's getting over a totally super mutual breakup, his friends drag him to a strip club to have some fun for one night.
How is it his fault he's the idiot that fell in love with a stripper?
bodys - worthageatrois (palisadespalisades) | E, 4.1k, Complete
i know that i don’t talk a lot
but i know that you don’t care a lot
as long as we move our bodies around a lot
we’ll forget that we forgot how to talk
every other wednesday, like clockwork, ryan gets antsy. shane wants to — no, needs to know why.
(spoiler alert: he's horny.)
let me in - poetdameron | E, 28k, Complete
After a big fight between them makes filming a living hell for everyone, Ryan and Shane get lost in the Mothman's woods. Having to face their major fears alone in the middle of the night while caring for another lost child in a cryptid's forest was not what any of them expected after getting married.
packin' heat - ficfucker | E, 2k, Complete
ryan battles dysphoria as best he can
Anatomy of a Vampire - Ghoulboyboos | E, 23k, Series incomplete
“Hey, little guy.” He mutters and rubs Ryan’s arm. “It’s fine.”
“I know it’s fine.” Ryan says, suddenly feeling a bit snappy. As if to underline the statement, he undoes the rest of the buttons without looking at Shane and shrugs off the shirt, letting it fall into the crook of his elbows. He can hear a soft, hissing inhale.
Ryan has no problem being shirtless anymore. Since the scars on his chest healed he has been working out a bit, giving himself a nice, toned upper body without going too much for the bodybuilder type. He thinks it’s quite attractive, mostly, and going by the way Shane’s eyes widen he might think similarly. Ryan could make himself believe that it’s just because of skin and body heat and the implication of getting blood soon, but Shane’s eyes roam over his chest and arms and stomach for a moment too long and Ryan could smirk at that.
Finally, Shane clears his throat. He seems obviously flustered.
“You don’t… have to do that. I can-” He breaks off and blinks. “Actually, you know what, it’s better this way, I’m a pretty clean, uh, eater but sometimes a drop escapes you and that’s hard to get out of fabrics so… uh, good thinking.”
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He’s lying, blindfolded and helpless, his hands bound above his head, his legs spread and tethered to the corners of the mattress, and he can’t help but turn his head and listen, tracking Jeremy by the faint rustle of his clothes as he strips.
The wide leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles are soft against his skin, but even the slightest attempt at movement proves their strength. He’s not going anywhere until Jeremy sets him free, and that knowledge makes him shiver.
Wet heat pools between his legs, and he wants to squeeze his thighs together, to get some relief and to hide himself. He is pinned and spread like a butterfly, his secrets open to the world, and he knows Jeremy will be able to see how ready he is, how much he already wants him. He is so used to hiding that the exposed position is almost unbearable.
The room is cool, or perhaps his skin is feverish with anticipation. He can’t have been waiting more than a minute, but it feels like hours already. The cuffs help to ground him, but without his sight he feels himself slipping. He needs something more, or he’s going to get lost.
‘Touch me,’ he pleads, tugging at his cuffs to feel them dig into his limbs. ‘Jeremy, please touch me, I need it.’
Jeremy huffs, the ghost of a laugh. ‘It’s been thirty seconds, babe. I haven’t even got my socks off.’
Ryan lies and listens to him scrambling out of his clothes, hands flexing almost without his direction, ankles straining at his cuffs as he tries to close his legs.
Just as he’s about to start begging, the mattress dips, and he can feel the warmth of Jeremy’s skin as he kneels between Ryan’s legs.
‘You’re so beautiful,’ Jeremy murmurs, running one hand up the inside of Ryan’s thigh. The soft skin tingles at his touch, rough hands moving so carefully, and Ryan whines between his teeth.
‘Shh, I’ve got you,’ Jeremy promises. He shifts up the bed, planting his hands on either side of Ryan’s head and holding his weight effortlessly, keeping the heat of his skin maddeningly close and yet not touching Ryan at all.
His face is so close that Ryan can feel the hot puff of his breath, making him shiver and crane his face upwards. Jeremy moves with him, always staying just an inch out of reach, humming with amusement as Ryan blindly seeks him.
‘Touch me, please, please,’ Ryan begs, and breaks off into a moan when Jeremy relents and leans down to kiss him. The slow, wet slide of their lips is a lifeline, and Ryan opens his mouth and chases Jeremy’s tongue, determined to catch him, to keep him close.
Jeremy lets him, willingly deepening the kiss, and for long minutes Ryan lets his entire world narrow down to that breathless contact, his lips tingling as he runs short of air, heat spreading and pooling in his core. His limbs tremble as he strains against his bonds, trying to wrap his arms and legs around Jeremy and keep him.
All too soon, Jeremy retreats, and Ryan whines, wordless in his desperation.
‘Shh, Ryan, be good,’ Jeremy chides, and Ryan shudders.
‘I’ll be good, I’ll be so good,’ he promises. ‘Please fuck me, I’ll be so good.’
Jeremy growls, shifting down to press his face against Ryan’s chest. ‘I know you will, you always feel perfect. I love how hot you are inside, how eager you are to get fucked.’
He rubs his face against Ryan’s chest, his short beard prickling and burning against Ryan’s skin, and Ryan strains upwards, arching against his cuffs, chasing the sensation.
Jeremy runs his tongue along the sensitive scars on Ryan’s chest, and Ryan’s voice cracks on a moan. It hurts, the scar tissue quickly overstimulated, and he bucks and whines, not sure if he wants it to stop or go on forever.
‘Jeremy, it hurts!’ he gasps, and Jeremy chuckles.
‘You’re gorgeous when you’re in pain,’ he says, and presses his tongue even harder against the left-hand scar, lapping his way along it.
Ryan cries out, writhing against his cuffs, electric shocks of sensation radiating through his body.
‘Please, oh please!’ he begs, when Jeremy reaches the end of the scar and stops for a moment. Ryan pants, the rush of pleasure after pain making him weak, and he’s grateful for the soft mattress that cradles his bones.
‘Please what?’ Jeremy asks, running his fingertips up Ryan’s ribs. The delicate touch is ticklish, and it lights up Ryan’s nerves all over again.
‘Please hurt me, please fuck me,’ Ryan pants, not sure which he wants more, or if there’s even a difference.
‘You’re so good to me,’ Jeremy growls, and then he’s lapping along the right-hand scar and Ryan is drowning in the pain.
Ryan gasps and whines, squirming under Jeremy’s solid weight, torn between pressing upwards and trying helplessly to get away. He tracks Jeremy’s progress, knowing the scar isn’t more than a few inches long, knowing it can’t last forever, but it still feels like forever.
Jeremy pauses for an instant at the end of the scar, and Ryan thinks it’s over, but Jeremy quickly kisses his way up to Ryan’s nipple and latches his teeth over the tight bud.
Ryan howls, the sudden shock of pain tearing through him, and he feels a fresh wave of heat between his legs. God, he must be soaking the sheet, he’s so desperate.
‘No more, please, I can’t,’ he sobs, and Jeremy leans close and kisses him, little butterfly kisses against his panting mouth.
‘I’ve got you baby, you’re doing so well.’
He shifts down the bed, kneeling up between Ryan’s legs, and ghosts his fingers up the insides of Ryan’s trembling thighs.
‘You’re so wet, Ryan,’ he says, his voice full of wonder, and Ryan flushes, turning his head to try and hide his face under his arm. He’s never trusted anyone else enough to be exposed and restrained like this, and Jeremy’s wonder still feels like a dream.
‘No, don’t hide from me,’ Jeremy says, and a strong hand tilts his chin, holding his face where Jeremy can see it. Jeremy’s thumb presses under his jaw, and Ryan can feel his pulse beating against the pressure.
Jeremy tightens his grip, and Ryan’s head tilts back instinctively, inviting, craving the rush of euphoria.
‘Fuck, you’re perfect,’ Jeremy growls, and he presses down, squeezing just enough to set the blood roaring in Ryan’s ears.
Ryan lies suspended, mouth open and panting for breath, his brain crying out for oxygen, and the darkness behind the blindfold flashes with colour.
Jeremy relents just as Ryan begins to twitch and jerk, his body fighting without his permission.
The sudden rush of blood into his brain feels like falling, like the ecstatic moment of freefall before opening a parachute, and he pants helplessly, moaning quietly with every exhale.
‘So fucking beautiful. God, I wish I could see your eyes, I bet your pupils are so wide right now. You love dying so much, don’t you?’ Jeremy says, sounding breathless himself.
Ryan is limp and weak, body flooded with endorphins, and even if he wasn’t tied down he wouldn’t be able to do anything but let Jeremy do as he pleases. The knowledge only heightens his anticipation.
Jeremy kneels up again, and Ryan hears the faint rush of skin on skin as he touches himself, stroking his cock and gasping quietly at the relief.
‘Fuck me,’ he begs, his voice rasping, and Jeremy strokes his belly soothingly.
‘I’ve got you,’ he promises, and there’s sudden heat against Ryan’s neglected cunt. The head of Jeremy’s cock is burning hot and velvety as he rubs himself against Ryan’s lips, setting both of them gasping at the tease.
Ryan’s core throbs, slick spilling in anticipation, and he tilts his hips as much as he can, trying to guide Jeremy where he desperately wants him.
‘God, so eager for me,’ Jeremy says, keeping up his teasing strokes around the edges of Ryan’s cunt. ‘Tell me what you want, baby.’
Ryan throws his head back and moans, almost beyond words, lost in the slick slide of Jeremy’s cock against him.
‘Talk to me, Ryan,’ Jeremy orders, and Ryan gathers himself.
‘Please fuck me, fill me up. I need you so much. I’m so ready, look, look how much I want you,’ he babbles, trying to find the words that will make Jeremy give him what he needs.
‘That’s it, good boy,’ Jeremy praises, and finally buries himself inside Ryan.
Ryan moans and clenches, so wet that Jeremy sinks to the root in one thrust, lighting up every nerve inside.
They’re beyond teasing now, both of them wound to a hair trigger, and every rock of Jeremy’s hips drives him deep and hard, stroking every inch of Ryan.
Ryan cries out with every thrust, lost in pleasure, tugging at his bonds as he tries to clutch Jeremy closer. He clenches down, trying to hold Jeremy inside himself, and Jeremy groans at the tight heat.
‘I’m so close, you feel so good,’ Jeremy pants, and he reaches between them to slide slick fingers over Ryan’s clit.
The first hard press sends Ryan over the edge, shaking and sobbing as pleasure burns him from the inside out.
‘So beautiful, so good,’ Jeremy moans, his fingers still stroking back and forth, and Ryan cums again, light flashing behind his eyelids.
Jeremy buries himself deep as Ryan’s body shudders and clenches, hips jerking, and heat floods inside Ryan as he cums.
Jeremy keeps stroking his clit, slow and steady, even as Ryan whines and shudders at the stimulation.
‘One more, baby. Give it to me,’ Jeremy coaxes breathlessly, fingers teasing over the hood, and Ryan throws his head back and wails.
‘Cum for me,’ Jeremy orders, and Ryan is helpless against him.
Pleasure rises up and sweeps him away, his whole body jerking. It feels like dying all over again, and Ryan floats for a long time, his head full of white noise, his body a distant flood of shuddering sensation.
He comes back to himself with Jeremy curled against him, rubbing gently at the marks on Ryan’s freed wrists.
‘You okay?’ Jeremy asks, when Ryan stirs, curling closer to him.
Ryan has to swallow several times before his voice will work.
‘So okay,’ he says, still feeling vague and floaty. The blindfold is still on, but that’s good. He doesn’t think he’s ready for light just yet.
‘You were so good for me,’ Jeremy praises, and Ryan shivers happily at the words. He touches the edge of the blindfold, and Ryan turns his face away.
‘You want this on for a while?’
Ryan nods, glad that he understands.
‘Okay, I’ve got you,’ Jeremy promises.
Ryan gladly lets himself drift, knowing that Jeremy is keeping watch.
