#trans octane

[mindysoung]

Some pride inspired holospray ideas for apex 💖

[hasruto]

Octane apex legends is trans but his dad chose his name. Octavio was a compromise because he needs to be fancy on paper

(Also its a Spanish only household so I got translations)

[blue-flamingoes]

I can’t believe octane is canonically trans wow thank you respawn

[weavingmemories]

[oneandonlyjoey]

Trans Octane booba for the boob meme lmao (This is one of the few requests so expect a fuse or Crypto one next) 

[unholyplumpprincess]

Overstimulated

For Anon who asked:  Hello! I have just scoured through all your Octane which has been fantastic, and was wondering if I could request some overstimulation from sucking his little cock while fingering him? if so, thank you very much in advance!

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Done more like an imagine!

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Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Octane/Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Octane is a trans man with dick/cock/hole used, reader is gender neutral and ambiguous

Words: 300

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It probably had started off as a test, really! Maybe he made a joke or something about his endless stamina and you commented that that was with a SILICONE cock and that didn’t count. He had pouted, but finally said with great pride, “I bet you’d get too tired without a toy too, babe!” with a big grin on his face.

Well, you loved a challenge, and you needed to wipe that look off his face.

You tie him down a bit- nothing too fancy, just arms above his head to the headboard. His legs fall apart easy enough, eager as ever and already peeking through his lower lips to hardness. Cute, you’d thought, before getting to work.

~Rest under the cut~

He liked it fast, liked it hard, liked it rough. But, you give him slow, sweet. Taking your time, really savoring the taste of him. Octavio certainly TRIES to get you to move faster with little whines and trying to hump his hips up, but it takes just an arm across his hips to keep him down.

The first time he cums is with just your tongue and your constant open mouthed, hot kisses lingering over his dick. He’s fully erect by now, only taking a hand gently on his mound and pressing back to reveal the hardness. You watch it jerk as he sobs out, “More, more, more-” and you oblige.

Again. And again. And again.

By the sixth orgasm, you’re three fingers deep and he’s been fucked sloppy. Every pant of your breath fanning across his wet, hard flesh has his hips straining under your arm, little hiccups of ‘hah-’ and soft whines escaping him. He begs for mercy when the seventh orgasm comes much too quickly with just your lower lip, lips parted and heavily breathing across his cock making it come.

You win the little challenge, much to your delight. The bonus of it all is him falling asleep in record time afterwards.

[shes-my-lifeline]

the Trans Octane headcanon is so fucking good I wish it was canon

[hybristophilica]

day 10: truth

“I’m trans.”

“…uh?”

Octavio sighed, pushing Elliott to sit on his bed. Damn, this was harder than he’d imagined.

“I’m trans, amigo,” he repeated, standing in front of the other and watching Elliott’s eyes slowly widen as the meaning of Octavio’s words finally sunk in.

Some beats of silence stretched between them, and man, was this awkward.

“I’m— sorry, I don’t really know what to say. Uh. It’s cool? Good for you?” Elliott scratched the back of his head with an embarrassed smile. Octavio stared at him, then started chuckling because that was just such an Elliott thing to say, and it made him relax considerably. That’s right, this was how it’s supposed to be. Elliott was like this. Genuine, trustworthy.

“Yeah, good for me,” Octavio agreed, jumping to sit on the bed beside the other with a wide grin. “Wanna see my scars?!” He then asked, maybe a little too excitedly and maybe a little too eager, but he just felt so happy and relieved that Elliott wasn’t looking at him any different than he’d done so far.

Octavio didn't have to come out, he knew that. And he knew that coming out didn't make him any more or any less of a man. But he wanted to tell Elliott the truth, he wanted him to know exactly who he was.

Elliott leaned on his elbows then, grinning at him. “You just wanna undress in front of me, don’t ya?” He winked, but his smile grew softer, and Octavio felt butterflies in his stomach. “But sure, I wanna see them, if that’s what you want.”

Octavio didn't hesitate to pull his shirt up and discard it on the floor. There they were, his scars, fully healed now but still very visible and darker than the rest of his skin. He was proud to be able to show them.

Elliott sat up, scooting closer with a hand raised up. He reached out for Octane but stopped abruptly, looking up to meet his green gaze.

“Sorry, can I?” He hesitantly asked, and despite Octavio appreciated the thought, really, he didn't need Elliott’s grace. He grabbed his hand and brought it under the curve of his pec, right where the line of the scar was. Elliott’s fingers were rough at the touch, but so gentle. His smile was too, and Octavio couldn’t help but mirror it.