Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️

@janewrightslude

dorky writer lady who's always writing about cute and pathetic trans girls! :3 mdni! pfp by @ocatg.bsky.social‬! banner by @akasukiane04.bsky.social‬!

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Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Mar 27

the crimes they committed against the Discworld and Culture novel covers can never be forgiven

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Mar 22

um ok so The Independent Transfeminine Award doesn't *say* no nsfw so im gonna submit stuff :D if you felt like doing me a biiiig favour i'd be super appreciative if folks could write in Discarded Toy for web serial and She Has To Be Invited for short story :3 vote here! forms.gle/PvUznNszbhri...

Short story or poem of the year - She Has To Be Invited

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Feb 1

doctor: so, why do you want testosterone gel me:

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Dec 26

-Discarded Toy: Chapter 3- how long can you hit on your gf's sister at a christmas party before the sweet, shy girl who you've twisted into a pathetic little wretch loses it, and pins you down to shakily moan that you belong only to her?~ find out on my patreon! :3 www.patreon.com/posts/146688...

Discarded Toy: Chapter 3 - Under the Mistletoe, Hating You

Jocelyn tags along to a genuinely miserable Christmas party with Delisa, and quickly finds herself under the mistletoe with another woman, unable to stop herself from pushing her girlfriend way, way past her limits... normally this would just result in an embarrassing public meltdown for Delisa, but has Jocelyn underestimated just how badly she's twisted this cute, sweet girl?

cucking, domination loss, and pathetic girl topping ensue!

the t4t yuri will get more toxic until morale improves o7

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Dec 24

a cool little christmas plant fact for you all! 🎄

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Dec 21

i am a monument to all of your questionable late night doujin choices

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Dec 12

this is so painfully both Scandal in the Sun Palace and She Has to Be Invited

As a direct result of her isolation she longs to be known. She longs not directly for acceptance, nor for the decoupling of ‘wrong’ behavior and punishment, because these things seem fundamentally impossible to her. She wants only to be seen and understood for who she is. She perceives this simple request as imposing enormous social obligation, and minimizes herself to try to make it more palatable.

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Dec 4

its vitally important that you reserve a section of your bookshelf for lesbian mind control erotica with red and black covers

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Nov 18

Normal Jane, they call her

Weird Girls in a Bar

“Hey. Wanna fuck her?”
You started. The voice had cut across the pounding music in the club, the static crackle betraying that it had been transmitted, partly, from the woman’s orally implanted microphone into the radio receiver you’d had implanted in your brain some years ago now. How… forward.
You turned to face her, your drink (and the woes you had been trying to drown in it) temporarily forgotten. “Um… hello to you too. Sorry, who are you asking if I want to fuck?”
The woman was long and lithe. You’re pretty sure she was taller than you. You couldn’t tell if it was bones or mods. Probably a little of both. She had a lot, way more than you, and they looked expensive, sleekly integrated into her frame, all thin silver seams and soft golden glows. They fit so well… and it made the look on her face all the more out of place. She was smiling, smirking, even, but it didn’t look quite right on her. The set of her jaw, the wrinkle of her nose, the smile that reached her eyes but reached her eyes wrong… it was the only part of the whole package that wasn’t perfect. Those soft, wet, pink lips opened, and she gestured at her own body. “Who do you think? Her. Do you want to fuck her?”
You blinked. Was she just… speaking about herself in the second person? You quickly ran the numbers. Weird girl in a bar. Always a gamble, had to be measured against how hot the weird girl was. You looked her up and down. The long, silvery, flowing dress, almost (but not quite) too elegant for a club like this one. Jet-black hair tumbled down her exposed back, and she was fluttering her eyelashes at you, and god it had been a while, you shifted and tried to hide the growing bulge in your skirt, how could you turn this down, it had been so long it was starting to affect your focus at work, all those cute new interns shaking their asses at you and maybe you just needed to blow off a little steam with a weird girl at a club-

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Nov 18

"ok so i'm just gonna do some more work on this very cute, back-to-basics tease and denial princess x centaur story, i'm not gonna get distracted by writing anything too grim or weird or out there, just a cute little-" Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep reread:

an asteroid about to hit a planet and fuck its shit all the way up

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Nov 9

She Has to Be Invited receives rave reviews from weird internet perverts! if you wanna see why horny freaks across the globe are Super Normal about a pathetic trans vampire getting gaslit and groped by a cocky human chaser girl, read it today!!!!! archiveofourown.org/works/73839846

I'm so normal and chill about this for sure 100%.

Screaming, crying, sobbing, it should have been me, and so on.

This is so so good holy shit!! I LOVE TOXIC YURI!! WAITER, MORE C4T PLEASE!!!!

absolute peak fiction. i enjoyed marcilla finally giving in but still being so pathetic about it. that poor thing...

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Nov 1

even by my more recent standards, Laura is *such* a deeply manipulative bitch, i'm really pleased with how viscerally awful she comes across in this story

Especially when Laura patted her lap.
“Come sit, Marcy. I feel like… I understand you better now. I still trust you to be close to me.”
Marcy’s supernatural speed had her there in the blink of an eye. It felt almost… awkward… to be sitting in Laura’s lap, they’d never done this before, especially because Marcy was so much taller than Laura, but then she felt the other girl’s hand pushing gently but firmly against her small, sensitive chest (and she did not enjoy the contact she would not enjoy the contact this didn’t feel good this didn’t feel good) as Marcy was laid back against the armrest of the sofa.
“Th-thank you-”
“Hush, dear,” Marcy was interrupted as Laura casually, almost offhandedly, stuck her pricked thumb in Marcy’s mouth.
“Mmmmmff-!”
“So essentially… you can control your urges, if I’m around, right?” Laura asked, ignoring Marcy’s muffled squeal of pleasure. Fuck fuck the blood was right there it tasted good Laura tasted so good, Marcy fought with everything she had not to lap at the tiny cut with her tongue-
“If it’s for me… you can restrain your impulses…”
Marcy nodded. She could. She… she would… for a moment, Marcy felt a swell of hope. Maybe… maybe she didn’t have to leave Laura. Maybe Laura could help her…
Laura leaned down, and for a brief, elated moment, Marcy couldn’t banish the intense hope that Laura would slip her thumb free of Marcy’s mouth, that the taste of blood would be replaced by an intense, deep, loving kiss, the kind she had always dreamed of receiving from Laura long before she had been turned into this… creature…
Instead, Laura’s lips brushed Marcy’s ear. “You fucking liar,” she breathed, soft and vicious.
Fear, totalising and primal fear, crashed through Marcy’s body, tensing and causing something to twitch-
Right as Laura put her hand on it.
“You think I didn’t notice this?” she whispered, her soft hand resting on the thick, throbbing outline of Marcy’s cock in her ragged, ratty jeans.

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Nov 1

finding out d'ani was a hallucination all along

batman clinging to the fading ghosts of his parents and saying "No, no, stay with me! Don't leave me!!"

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Oct 30

wahoo,, ty for still being here y'all even though im chopped and cooked and unc and [reads smudged writing on hand] bad at posting regularly

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Oct 14

more and more people are saying this about me

a girl frowning and thinking "a cute girl with big boobs... but she's always trembling like some timid creature"

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Oct 10

what if everyone was soooo so nice to me and left lots of nice replies............

shittily edited template that says "WRITERS post this if you want your followers to leave a comment on what their favourite WRITEwork(?) of yours is

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Oct 5

giving your cis girlfriend mtf gender dysphoria just to feel something (cw mild transphobia and use of t-slur (affectionate))

gosh, it must be frustrating, huh? i mean, all those transgender girls have *way* bigger tits than you, huh? you spend your whole life being told that being a cis girl gives you unbeatable genetic advantages over them, and then you go out into the real world and find out your washboard chest can't compete with all those cute stacked trans girls!
awww, don't cry! it's ok, really. you know they only beat you because they cheat, right? mhm, they take all those weird hormones to get those fat milktanks! so really, yours are more *natural*. that moral victory is enough for you, right?~
... hm? could *you* take those hormones? welll... we'd have to come up with a proper regimen for you together, you can't just replicate what they take, so maybe it'd be easier if you let me manage that for you! mhm, you just be a good girl and let me do your injections and control your dosages!
oh, and we'll need to completely redo your wardrobe, i know you're insecure about your chest but these uggo hoodies just won't do at all, and we need to get you some actual bras. why don't i take you shopping? mhm, we can get you proper underwear, and maybe a few skirts, and- hey, have you ever considered changing your hair? maybe getting some bangs? i think that would look so cute on you!
and if you're a really good girl, i'll get you a stuffie as a reward! what about one of those cute sharks they have at the furniture store?
awwwww... of course dear.
(fuck, you're gonna make such a cute tranny <3)
hm? nothing dear!

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Oct 4

read my spooky reality-warping loser-breaking maid-worshipping halloween fic!! :3

“I… I…” Illuse cast around wildly. The room looked… strange… but her eye caught on a few familiar details. Her computer desk in the corner. A faded poster on the wall. The lampshade was the same. But… but everything else was different! The room was clean and well-lit, all of her junk and clutter gone while sunlight streamed in through the windows. And… the proportions seemed wrong, like the room was just a little too big now. It was a tiny room in a one-bed apartment, and yet now it was large enough to accommodate an enormous four-poster?
“My lady, are you feeling alright? Are you perhaps ill?” In a moment, Catherine was in front of Illuse, pressing a soft hand against her forehead. Illuse’s eyes almost popped out of her head as she was presented with an entirely different set of absurd proportions.
As Catherine pressed up close to Illuse’s almost-naked body, three things became clear; one, this maid was enormous. She was easily hovering around seven foot tall, and as a result her tits were pushed right into Illuse’s face. Related to that, two; she was totally stacked. Her breasts looked soft and pillowy (and Illuse realised with a whimper that she had already experienced them firsthand), but beyond that, even in a relatively modest uniform, there was no hiding this maid’s wide hips, soft tummy, and even the suggestion of a large rear around her back…
“Hm, your face does feel a little hot…”
Three. She was translucent. Illuse realised with a start that she could very faintly make out the four-poster bed through Catherine’s breasts. Which. She wasn’t staring at. At all. She shuffled awkwardly. Her hard-on still hadn’t totally gone away… which is why the penny took a few seconds longer than it should have to drop.
She’s definitely a ghost!

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Oct 3

"They say u attract what u fear

Ahhhh other cool trans writers I'm so afraid 😵😵😵😵"

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Oct 3

any good professional ghosthunter will keep her tools up to a razor-sharp standard! and Illuse Jones... absolutely does not. if only she had some sort of soft, demure, yet firm servant to help with how disorganised she seems.........

Another stick of chalk, a Ziploc bag full of salt, and a novelty Garfield rosary (if she had to carry one of the damn things around, she wasn’t going to let anyone get the impression that she was doing it seriously). A crumpled plastic bottle of holy water, which she took a swig from (she had gotten herself ordained online, so could bless some more whenever she needed to) before tossing the empty bottle onto the floor. It joined one of the many piles of clutter and junk that were stacked around Illuse’s little apartment.

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Oct 1

🎃 The Lady of the House 🎃

Pro paranormal investigator Illuse Jones slumps back home to her cramped, dirty apartment after another miserable day of hunting ghosts! Unfortunately, she forgot to set her wards properly, and is totally unprepared for the soft, demure, reality-warping and heinously perverted maid ghost who senses her pathetic need to be taken care of, and is only too willing to provide...~

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Sep 26

cw for fetishised sports-related transphobia and ballbusting!!

"of course trans women can compete in martial arts with cis women! although naturally that means being held to the same equipment standards... so obviously they can't wear a cup~
ehhh? don't worry, below the belt hits are illegal! you don't have to worry about some smug, haughty girl slamming a dirty hit straight into your soft, delicate little sack.. although really, could you blame her? it's such an obvious weak point, and really, what fighter in her right mind *wouldn't* get a flutter in her belly from watching you double over, gasping for air so you can squeal in pain, your nuts swelling and bruising just from a little love tap...
best keep your guard up! or down, i suppose~"

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Sep 18

your boss wonders if you could stand to be, well... a little less you, and a little more her~

darling, you look terrible! you're pale, and you have those awful dark circles under your eyes! tsk tsk, i've been working you too hard again, haven't i? ohh, it's just so hard not to, you're such a good secretary! every task i give you performed to perfection...
but i'll just have to do without! you, my dear, are taking the afternoon off. go to the spa, downtown, get yourself a full treatment.
can't afford it? oh, no, my dear, just take my membership card! here you go... now, you will have to give my name on the door, just say you're Alicia, it's printed right there on the card, but that's not a problem, right? after all, i have such a pretty name! and your name is pretty too, of course it is, i adore your name, dearest... but i must say... i do wonder if my name would suit you better. you've always struck me as an Alicia.
well, i suppose you can try it out! it's the name you'll give them, and it's how all the spa staff will address you. so for the afternoon, you *are* Alicia! how exciting!
oh, and for the treatment, you'll only be able to access my pre-selected packages... but that's fine. just ask for my usual makeover routine, ok dear? trust me, it's the most relaxing experience there is! alongside the massage, they'll style your hair, do your makeup... (perhaps even a few minor cosmetic surgical touchups...) oh? nothing, dear! but you see how good i look, right? surely you *also* want to look this good. and the best way to do that, is by looking just like me!
i mean... i'm beautiful, right? i've seen how you look at me, i know i'm the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. and i feel the same way!
ohhh, sometimes when i catch my reflection in the mirror, i think... what would i give, to take someone as perfect as myself to bed? isn't it a shame that there isn't another me out there? because if there was...
if there was a woman out there, who looked exactly like me, just as perfect as i do...

i'd fall madly in love with her~
mhm, just tuck the card into your purse. see you after your treatment... Alicia <3

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Sep 16

wasn't kidding about this btw, get ready for the most heinous t4c cheating fic you've ever read about a cartoon network show

“You know, Lane, a friend would be very delicate with you in a moment like this. You’re upset, you’re vulnerable, you’re absolutely primed to make some kind of bad decision.” Vicki crooked a finger under Lois’ chin, and the shorter woman gasped, as her head was tilted back, so that she could look the taller reporter in the eyes. Eyes that shone with sinister glee, in a face that almost looked like the eager, hungry expression Vicki wore when she was chasing a story… but with an undeniable edge of utter lechery as she slowly, deliberately, dragged her gaze up Lois’ body, easily visible through her soaked clothes. Vicki laughed, softly.
“But I’m not your friend, Lane. That’s why you came to me, right?”
Lois whimpered.
Then nodded.

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Sep 16

If you see this, quote the energy you bring to Bluesky.

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Sep 14

bitter rivalry. rough patch. moment of weakness. poor decision. i can COOK with these ingredients ok

MAWS Vicki Vale smirking at Lois Lane who is staring daggers at her

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Sep 14

my plan was to self insert onto the tall love interest but if the manga is gonna insist on presenting me with a girlfailure bookworm with severe anxiety.......

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Sep 10

and an unedited version of the awesome Vedrast art by @akasukiane04.bsky.social!

An image of Vedrast glaring, but averting her gaze from the viewer, wearing a collar, a leash held by an off-screen hand, as well as a gaudy bright green string bikini and a pair of high-tech gloves. She's wearing a pair of bright pink panties and is obviously hard.

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Sep 10

-The Domitable Human Spirit: Chapter 2 - Operation Arachne- public release to ao3 and hf! the story of how Vedrast fell into her new owner's hands! horny space battles! mischevious alien hotties! the cute XO you defo shouldn't fuck! crippling, soul-destroying loneliness! links below!!

Chapter 2
Summary:

Four months earlier...

Achingly lonely, stuck with a hopeless crush on her second-in-command, Hlor, and increasingly stressed and frazzled, Admiral Vedrast Jerneau prepares to take on the Cultivators in ship-to-ship battle! All she has to do is hold her nerve, and try her best not to crumble as her pretty XO tempts her, and the perfidious enemy commander, Pferomas, pours lewd, filthy, loving words into her ear! If she screws up, Vedrast knows she might end up being kept as a pet by some pervy Cultivator! And she'd totally never ever get off on that idea, right?~

Jane Wrightslude 🏳️‍⚧️@janewrightslude· Sep 5

the first writer to just redo The Lathe of Heaven but change it so the ethics-violating reality warping hypno sessions between the sleazy therapist and the miserable, pathetic patient are toxic yuri instead of toxic yaoi will unlock the insane lesbian infinite money glitch