#YOU PROMISED HOT TRANS SEX WHERE ARE YOU

[marshadowstea]

im sick of it, IM SICK AND TIRED OF CLICKING ON A MUTUALS PROFILE AND THINKING ‘omg look they posted about kissing their mutuals who spam likes’ AND THEN THEY DONT???

i spam likes all the time because im a whore with no social life and i forget people can see them BUT THATS NOT THE POINT

like were you lying or what because ive been waiting for the promised kisses with tongue 🧍 did you get lost on the way here? do you need an address cuz like where are you babe..

same with nasty sex with mutuals. ive been here for how long and i still havent gotten to eat you out? homophobic if you ask me

‘but oh marsh why dont you reach out to them-’ well im stubborn and terrified of hot people okay? now shut up and listen 🫶

okay now im going back to my cave and waiting for my hot and cool mutuals

[sister-lucifer]

Eager Hands On Soft Flesh

Ticci Toby x Chubby!Transmasc!Reader 

My half of a trade with @pompeiisystem !

Genre: Smut

Summary: After you let slip that you’ve got your fair share of insecurities about your body, Toby simply can’t pass up the opportunity to appreciate every bit of you. 

Content/Warnings: Body worship, Reader’s body is focused on but I specifically chose NOT to use the word “fat,” Reader is insecure about their weight but Toby is there for reassurance, fucking against the kitchen counter, unprotected penis in trans masc vagina sex, fingering, oral sex (reader receiving), messy pussy eating, cumming inside, praise, use of “cunt,” “pussy,” and similar variations to describe Reader’s genitalia, Toby has a dick piercing but it’s only briefly mentioned 

“Toby, be honest, do you think this outfit would look better if I…you know, lost some weight?”

The sudden lurch of his body followed by sputtering and coughing as he chokes on his drink makes you jump. Your eyes widen a bit as you watch him struggle to regain his composure, wiping his mouth and trying not to spit. His tongue clicks involuntary, neck jerking in all directions as he tries to process what he’s just heard. 

“Wh— W-What the hell are you t-talkin’ about?” He stammers, speaking through the discomfort of off brand soda in his windpipe. 

“I just mean…you know,” You reply, suddenly feeling sheepish as you look down at the crimson sweater keeping snug against your top half, “I was just thinking…maybe I should—“ 

“Did I s-say something?” Toby says quickly. He rises from where he was sitting at the kitchen table, wiping his chin with his sleeve one last time. “Did I m-make you—shhhrk!—make you— m-make you think that you h-had to?” 

“Oh no, of course not!” You’re fast to reply, gently putting your hands on his arms and giving a small squeeze. “No, no, it’s not you at all, I promise. I was just thinking—“ 

“W-Well you shouldn’t d-do that anymore.” 

You sigh softly, moving your hands down go grasp his. You run your thumbs over his knuckles as his fingers tense and twitch despite his best efforts to hold onto you, looking up at him through your lashes. 

“Toby, come on, I didn’t mean anything bad about you. I’m just saying…I want you to be honest with me, that’s all.”

You look down at yourself, at the knit sweater and jeans you’ve put on. They’re comfortable, yes, but there’s something about the way you look in them that just doesn’t add up. You shouldn’t have expected to look exactly like the model on the website, really. You didn’t think you did. 

You’re starting to feel foolish for spending your money on this. It was silly, really, to be so excited about something as simple as a cute sweater, but at the time you thought you couldn’t live without it. You have plenty of other perfectly good outfits in your closet. Really, what reason did you have to think— 

You gasp softly when Toby suddenly pulls you in, ripping you from your thoughts with hands on your waist, gently grabbing at your love handles and pushing you back against the counter. His lips find your neck in a split second.

You moan softly, the sensation surprising but not unpleasant. You grasp at the back of his sweatshirt with one hand and run your fingers through his hair with the other. He groans under his breath when you tug just a bit.

“Please, baby,” He whispers against your skin, “P-Please, let me love on y-you just a-a bit…” 

“Toby, what are you—“ 

“Nothing, baby, I-I’m not doing a-anything…Just l-let me…”

Your cheeks are getting hot fast. You make no effort to push him away, but you can’t help getting flustered. 

“Toby, c’mon, you don’t have to do all this…” 

“I-I want to, though,” He says quickly, starting to nip and suck at your neck between kisses, “I’m not v-vvv-very good with words, I-I…I just—j-just wanna show you—shhh!—s-show you what you f-feel like…to m-me…” 

He pauses with a sigh, pulling back slowly. He looks up at you almost hesitantly, an expression you rarely see on his face. He’s always the first to act on an impulse, rarely ever thinking twice about anything; what’s slowing him down now? 

“…i-if you’ll let me, I-I mean.” 

The words come out far too gentle for Toby, and it makes you melt against him a bit. He’s always so eager to get his hands on your body, but something in him is sensing something unsure in you. You look back into the mossy color of his hazel eyes with contemplation. 

You can’t stop the gentle smile that spreads over your face. 

You pull him down to give him a slow kiss, and he happily returns the gesture. When you pull back again, there’s no hiding the anticipation on his face as he awaits your answer.

“…Of course, Toby.”

He takes only a split second to process the words before suddenly he’s roughly suckling and nipping at the flesh of your neck. You yelp in surprise, but not discomfort. You bite your lip as you grip his hair, trying to keep him against you. 

His hands freely wander your body, moving up and down your sides before slipping beneath your sweater. You suck in a breath when he gives an affectionate squeeze to your love handles, fingers greedily grabbing at the warmth beneath your skin. He groans as he feels you, entire body shuddering at the sensation of you beneath his hands. 

He moves so quickly, as if he’s worried you’ll disappear at any moment, like some invisible clock is counting down and the moment is reaches zero you’ll fade away. He grabs at you and sucks at your neck like he’s feeding on you, like your body heat is the only thing sustaining him. He needs you, and you can feel it in every touch. 

He pushes your sweater up to your chest before hands slide down towards the waistband of your jeans. Twitching fingertips fiddle with the button and then the fly, yanking down the zipper with such speed you were worried it would break. He pulls the jeans down around your ankles, not bothering to pull them off before moving on to your underwear.

He looks up at you, fingers tapping anxiously at the waistband. He licks his dry lips, mouthing a silent ‘Can I?’

“Yes, yes, please,” You reply without hesitation, nodding quickly. You gasp softly when he tugs your underwear down to your knees, exposing your now soaked pussy to the cool air and making you shudder. He can’t stop the breathy moan that slips from his lips at the sight. 

“S-So fucking beautiful…” He mutters through crooked teeth as he lowers himself slowly. Normally he would be eager to drop to his knees and service you, but just this once he’s taking his time. He’s methodical as he leaves a warm trail of kisses down your belly, letting his lips linger for a long few seconds before he moves down just a bit more. You watch with bated breath as he makes his way down until there’s no further to go. 

“…You know I-I love this-sss-s pretty tummy, don’t you?” He mumbles against your skin, looking up into your eyes. Your heart skips a bit when you nod. He doesn’t seem satisfied.

“Say it.”

“…I…I know, Toby.”

One corner of his mouth briefly quirks up into a smirk before an involuntary jerk of his neck and scrunching of his nose pulls it back down again..

He pauses then, eyes widening slightly with something you can only describe as admiration as his eyes trail down to your sweet cunt, wetting his lips on instinct.

You don’t have a second to wonder what he’s doing before suddenly his warm mouth engulfs your cunt. In a split second it seems all semblance of patience has left his body. You cry out, throwing your head back as your back arches. You instinctively push your hips against him, grinding into his mouth.

“T-Toby—!” 

Your fingers find his untamed thatch of brown hair in an instant, gripping tightly just how he likes. He moans as you call out his name, his voice sending vibrations through your cunt. He’s an excitable, messy eater, lapping at your cunt with need and not bothering to try and hide the wet squelching sounds his mouth makes as his tongue slides in an out of you, lips curling around the mound of your pussy and the tip of his crooked nose bumping your swollen clit. 

“Fuck…mmh…” He groans under his breath, not once losing contact or pulling away, “Y-You have no idea how m-much— m-mumble, mumble— much I-I love this boycunt…t-tastes sooo, s-so— so sweet…could just…just— j-just eat it for hours…”

He’s slurring his words already, speech messy and scattered at the words carelessly flow between his lips and down his chin like water over the edge of a cliff. His mouth is already soaking, drool leaking from his mouth and gash combined with your slick arousal. 

You squeal when you feel his two of his fingers prod at your entrance, anxiously pushing through and wasting no time reaching as deep as they can. Your entire body tenses and your back arches involuntarily against the counter as his digits twitch inside of you, slipping in and out at an excited pace. 

“C-Careful, Toby,” You stammer. He gives only a quick nod in reply before pushing in a third finger, the tip of his tongue now flicking at your clit. A thick mixture of his own spit and the juices leaking from your cunt is dripping down his chin and running down his neck. 

The hand not nestled in his hair is bracing you against the counter, gripping the marble hard as you struggle to keep yourself steady. You’re resisting the urge to just collapse with each shockwave Toby’s tongue and fingers send through your throbbing pussy. His free hand is grabbing at your sides and hips, half trying to keep you up and half groping you for his own pleasure. He spreads his fingers out inside of you, stretching you as much as he can as he readies you to take his cock.

When he finally pulls away you’re struggling to breathe, chest heaving with heavy gasps as you recover. He stands back up to his full height, towering over you and not even bothering to wipe his mouth before he captures your lips in a heated kiss. You could care less about the feeling of your own viscous arousal against your lips; there’s no room for disgust in your lust-filled brain. 

Toby’s panting as well when he pulls away, licking his lips before speaking.

“You s-sss-see how sweet you t-taste?”

You mimic his gesture, tongue darting out to lick over your own lips. You shyly nod, and a crooked smile spreads across his face. 

“C’mon, b-bend over f’me,” He says, giving your side an encouraging pat.

You happily comply, laying yourself over the counter and arching your back a bit. You shiver at the familiar sound of his belt unbuckling, then his fly coming down, and then that wonderful sigh of relief he lets out when he pushes down his jeans and boxers in one go. Not even a second later his tip is pressing against your cunt. 

He leans over you, nuzzling into your neck and wrapping his arms around your middle. 

“You ready?” He whispers, and you nod without thinking. 

He immediately pushes inside of you, groaning into your ear as you tense, nails digging into the flesh of your palm as his cock stretches you. The bulbous head manages to bully its way into your cunt, and you can feel the veins on his shaft as they brush against your walls. The crooked Prince Albert piercing adoring his tip scrapes against your cervix and pulls a drawn out moan from your glistening lips. 

Toby curses to himself as he bottoms out, finally pushing in as far as he can go. You can feel his cock twitching with need inside of you as it acclimates to your tight hole. He’s clinging to you like his life depends on it, fingers pressing into the ample flesh of your soft tummy and sides. 

A choked noise claws its way out of your throat as he slowly pulls back, your cunt squelching and dripping as his cock recedes to the head, pausing for a moment before pushing back in. You cry out with a broken call of his name, your plump body pushed hard into the counter that’s currently keeping you from collapsing into a heap on the floor beneath your lover. 

Toby’s lanky body practically engulfs yours as he ruts into you over and over again, slowly but surely getting faster with each thrust as he faces less and less resistance from your pussy, the slick canal gradually being molded to the shape of his cock. He’s huffing and moaning in your ear, not at all shy or ashamed to be vocal for you. 

“Nngh…I-I don’t think I’ll—Fuck! Shit!—I’ll ever— e-ev-vvv-ver get used to t-this perfect fff-fuckin’ boycunt…Goddamn…!” 

He’s grabbing all over your body, hands moving feverishly between your chest and stomach and hips as he squeezes every inch of hot skin he can find. 

“Sooo fucking h-handsome,” He sighs in your ear, “I’m s-so fucking lucky that I-I get to— t-to love you like this-sss-s…”

He can hardly get the words out between his desperate mewls, needy sounds that he couldn’t keep at bay if he tried. He’s drooling again, unable to focus on muscle control as his base instincts take over, screaming at him to just forget everything else and fuck you like you deserve to be fucked. 

You reach up to gently push his cheek against your own, pressing a kiss to his jaw and making him whine. He turns his head to kiss you once more, tongue pushing past your lips and allowing you to taste the last remnants of your soggy cunt on his tongue. 

His cock reaches every bit of your insides, pushing in so far you swear you can feel it in your stomach. With each thrust he only speeds up more and more, rambling on and on about how amazing you feel and how badly he needs this perfect boypussy.

“So beautiful,” He chokes out, eyes starting to roll back in his head, “S-So fucking beautiful…all thick and p-perfect…fuck, a-ah—!”

He’s starting to lose his pace, and fast. One of his hands slowly slides down your stomach, his middle finger pawing at your clit. You cry out at the unexpected stimulation and your knees nearly buckle beneath you, prompting Toby to tighten his grip on you just in case you can’t stand yourself up anymore. He rubs your clit in soft circles, just the way you’d taught him all that time ago. Just the way you like. 

“Nngh—! T-Toby,” You stammer, barely able to get the words out, “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna…!” 

“I-I know,” He replies in a rush, “I-I wanna—want it! want it!—w-wanna feel you cum around me…p-please, please…?”

God, how can you deny him when he begs like that?

You start to push back against him in time with his thrusts, assisting him in sheathing himself inside of you and savoring the wonderful fullness. Your legs are shaking obviously now, and you have to fight to keep yourself up even with Toby’s help. He’s not too steady himself. 

He’s started to rub your clit a bit harder, no longer able to focus on keeping his pace steady with his fingers nor his thrusts. The constant shifts in pressure and speed are only pushing you to your release faster. 

He’s whining endlessly in your ear, slurring his words as he drones on and on about how handsome you are, how much he loves you, how grateful he is that he’s the only one who gets to fuck this precious little cunt. 

He’s barely keeping time now, any sense of rhythm forgotten as he desperately ruts into you over and over again. He’s almost at his limit, not far behind you. 

“Toby,” You gasp, “Please, I-I’m gonna—!”

“Do it,” He growls, “D-Do it, please, lemme f-fff-feel that pussy tighten around m-me…”

Just his words, the clear desperation and need in his voice, is enough to push you over the edge. You manage one last cry of his name before you cum around his twitching cock, cunt squeezing and convulsing as you struggle to cope with the wave of pleasure washing over you with more force than you were ready for. 

Toby curses under his breath and sputters out what you think is a warning, but you can barely hear him with the way your head is spinning. That’s what makes it all the more jarring when suddenly he’s releasing inside of you, the fullness of his cock replaces with the thick warmth of his seed spilling into you deeper than you ever thought possible. He groans as his thrusting lazily slows to a stop, leaving you both sweaty and panting. 

He releases his death grip on you, but keeps his arms around your middle. He nuzzles against your cheek with a sigh. He shifts slightly, and you cringe a bit when you feel some of his cum dripping out of you. 

“You’re s-so beautiful baby,” He mumbles against your skin, clearly just as fucked out as you are, “So fucking…p-perfect…my h-ha-handsome boy…”

You give him a tired smile, pressing a little kiss to his warm cheeks. 

“I know, Toby. I know.”

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[belle--ofthebrawl]

holy holy holy (Kinktober Day 4 combo: CNC/Anal)

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Swiss/Rain, Aeon/Rain

W/c: 3.6k

Tags: Consensual Non-Consent, Consensual Kink, Anal Sex, Rough Body Play, Rough Sex, Light Sadism, Non-Consensual Spanking, degradation kink, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Cuckolding, Revenge Sex, Angry Sex, Masochism, Painplay, Slut Shaming, Consensual manipulation?? consensual unhealthy relationship dynamic?? Trans Male Character

Summary:

Their eyes meet as the first droplets of Aeon's cum start leaking out to slip hot down the inside of his thighs.

“Heya toots.” Swiss drawls, looking at Rain with heavy lidded eyes. “You look like you had fun.”

Inspired by @divine-misfortune posting about Phantom/Aeon secretly taking his condom off mid-fuck to really feel how good Rain is. Well, I thought. If Swiss is Rain's boyfriend (see: if you want to, I can play the victim) he's probably not going to be too happy about that...

Think I covered all my bases in the tags but there is no check in and no in text discussion or use of safe words. This whole thing was set up in advance and Rain is enthusiastic about his own degradation and suffering. I did my best to imply that with certain lines but please let me know if I'm missing any tags or warnings. I want people to know what they're getting into but I'm not interested in inserting any pause so the characters can have the RACK talk. This is a fantasy scene that goes perfectly with nothing wrong.

Ao3 or Below.

Rain feels guilty leaving Aeon alone, but he promised Swiss not to spend the night. Besides, he rationalizes as he quietly closes the door behind him. Aeon had practically fallen asleep mid conversation. The wonders of good sex on an anxious soul.

“Fuck.” He mutters, resting against the wall and crossing his legs together. He doesn't have much time before it starts dripping out and he’s not keen on leaving an evidence trail behind on the hardwood flooring of the wing. What he needs to do is get to the showers, or even his own room and clean himself up as best he can before going to see Swiss. 

Whose room he has to pass on the way to either of those places. 

Whose door is open to show the light is still on. 

Who calls out to him as he tries to sneak past.

“Is that my sweetheart?” Swiss sounds so happy to see him. It only serves to worsen the guilt and shame twisting in his heart. “Lurking in the shadows doesn't suit you baby, come in and let me look at you.”

It's like Swiss has him enthralled in some kind of trance. Instead of telling him to wait, Rain enters his room. Shuts the door behind him and takes in the multi-ghoul lounging on his bed. He looks like he's just woken up and Rain’s heart melts at the sight of his soft smile and a sleepy expression.Their eyes meet as the first droplets of Aeon's cum start leaking out to slip hot down the inside of his thighs.

“Heya toots.” Swiss drawls, looking at Rain with heavy lidded eyes. “You look like you had fun.”

“I’m sorry,” Aeon whimpers in his mind as his hips stutter in their pace. Rain moans as a new heat begins spilling into him, so hot and thick and right. Lost to his own orgasm, he didn't notice how much wetter his cunt had gotten. If there was a single shred of sense, he put the feeling to being with a new, albeit unexpected, partner. “You just feel so good like this, just like- just like he said-”

Rain shivers. Swiss tilts his head with a lazy grin.

“Cold, honey? C’mere, let me warm you up.”

He doesn't want to let Swiss warm him up. Doesn't want his hands to go from rubbing his arms, to his chest, to between his legs; where that awful secret lies waiting to be discovered. But he's pulled by a force beyond him, something he wants to blame on pure habit and not the way Swiss’ eyes are glinting with unnatural light.

“Right where I want you.” He purrs as Rain crawls up on the bed next to him. “You were nice to him, right? Didn't bully the new kid too much?”

“Can I have a kiss?” Aeon asked. It started so innocently. A kiss as forfeit for losing, which Rain gave gladly. His kisses were easy, one of his best favors to give. And Aeon had been so sweet and shy as Rain pressed their mouths together. Aeon had certainly been kissed before but each time he acted like it was his first, color blooming on his cheeks as Rain pulled away.

“That's not encouraging me to win, you know.” He teased. “Anyone ever tell you how cute you are?”

“Psh.” Aeon replied, drawing his legs up to his chest, shifting uncomfortably. “All the time.’

“So why does it still give you a boner when I do it?” Rain smiles, laying down to get more comfortable, but more so Aeon can see the lines of his body as his clothing drapes and accentuates it. The dip of his waist, the gentle swell of his chest. Aeon seems especially entranced with the curve of his hip bone as the band of his pajama pants shifts to expose it.

“Uh.” Aeon says intelligently. “You're just…really pretty, I guess.”

“I feel as good as I look.” Rain teases, just to see the expression on his face.

“Swiss told me “ Aeon confesses and Rain throws his head back to laugh.

“Swiss likes to show off his treasures.” 

“Does he ever…I don't know, share?”

Maybe Rain shouldn't have been so surprised at what happened next. It was practically like he had asked to be taken advantage of.

“I was on my best behavior.” Rain says carefully as he falls into bed next to Swiss, who grabs him by the waist and pulls him close. Giving him no chance to wiggle away. “We played videogames. Talked about stuff.”

“Mm.” Swiss chucks the underside of his chin with a knuckle, pulls him in for a kiss. Rain shuts his eyes and prays Swiss can’t taste anything unusual as their tongue dab together, when Swiss kisses him deeper.

“You want me to leave so you can take care of that?” Rain asks with an arched eyebrow as Aeon covers his crotch and the obvious way his stiffy is poking up. “Or…I can stay and watch?”

Aeon whimpers, giving himself a squeeze. 

“Maybe…” Rain says with a lilt to his voice. “Maybe something else?’

Aeon looks at him with wide, innocent eyes and for the first time in his life, Rain understands what drew Swiss to him, all those years ago.

“There's my gorgeous Rainy baby.” Swiss says as Rain peels his clothes off without a second thought. “Never understood how anyone could look at you and think you had to be clothed all the time. Should keep you naked for everyone to look at and no one to touch.”

Rain watches from somewhere outside himself as Swiss' hands trail down his stomach, ticklish and feather light. 

“Wet for me already?” He laughs but the amusement leaves his eyes as he strokes between Rain’s folds to where the truth of his betrayal lies. His smile falls, face hardening as he crudely shoves two fingers inside, jostling Rain and making him yelp as Swiss scrapes against the walls of his cunt and withdraws. When he holds his fingers up in the light, Rain can't look at them.

He's adorable in his desperation to fuck Rain. So unused to the feeling of a warm and welcoming cunt around his cock instead of his own hand and some lotion. Fast, uncoordinated bunny humps that jostle Rain against the bed and nearly make him laugh at how single-mindedly Aeon is chasing his second orgasm. 

"Slow down!" Rain says with a laugh. "Savor it, I'm not going anywhere."

"Sorry..." Aeon replies meekly. His thrusts do slow down though, dragging his cock out until it slips out. "You feel so good, Rain...I can't help myself."

If he hadn't been too busy stroking his own ego over the compliment, maybe he would have noticed the way Aeon was moving. Nervous. Shaky. Maybe he would have heard the sticky sound of the condom being taken off. Maybe he would have felt the difference when Aeon slid back in and moaned so dizzily in raw pleasure. How his cock felt, rubbing inside him unprotected.

Too late for maybes.

“You easy little slut.” Swiss says, and smacks him. Smears Aeon's cum along his cheek and lower lip before he grabs Rain’s chin and digs his fingers so hard into the skin Rain swears he can hear it breaking. A thumb forces its way into his mouth and he lets it drag his jaw open wide for Swiss to inspect. A finger prods his tongue, his teeth, going in nearly too deep but Rain’s gag reflex has long been trained into suppression. Still, it tickles the back of his throat before Swiss takes his hand out just to slap him again. 

“Gave him your mouth too?” Swiss sneers. “You could have hidden that bruise if you hadn't been too damn lazy to clean yourself up before crawling back to me.”

Aeon had been meaner than Rain expected, pulling him by the hair to hold him still as his hips bucked frantically. Rain was out of his depth quicker than he expected, thinking he’d tease the little quintessence ghoul with his tongue longer, see how much he could take but the second Rain opened his mouth wide enough, Aeon took advantage and fed him his cock so fast it made Rain’s head spin. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck Rain-” 

Already, he's cumming; shooting fast and hot down his throat, cramming himself in as deep as he can. Rain’s face is crushed to his hips, delicate skin scraped by his hair as Aeon holds him tight to avoid spilling a single drop. He goes limp as Aeon shakes below him and finally lets go.

“You're so good at that.” Aeon breathes reverently and despite his loss of control, Rain preens at the praise. “Can I use my mouth on you? Can I taste you too?”

Hands are already tugging his sweats down, Aeon marveling at the way he's already shiny with slick, ready to be devoured. One finger pets down the center of his folds and before Rain can even think to say no, it's curling inside and Aeon is kissing his clit with clumsy enthusiasm.

One finger turns into two and what little control Rain has over the situation is long gone by the time he automatically chokes out “Condom, use a condom” when Aeon's naked cock brushes up against his thigh.

“Right! Sorry…” Aeon says quickly, sounding embarrassed. “It's okay though, right? I can fuck you?”

Rain opens his mouth to tell Aeon it's gone too far. He promised Swiss as long as they were together, no one else could have Rain’s body like that. But Aeon looks so hopeful as he uses one hand to hold the little foil packet to his mouth, carefully tearing it open with his teeth while the other tugs at his soft cock. The sight is so endearing and so different from how Swiss usually treats him. Bullying his way between Rain’s thighs and taking what he wanted. Aeon looked so helpless and sweet, even as his eyes fluttered shut from the pleasure of his own hand. What would his face look like when he slipped inside for the first time? And if he wore a condom, then…then it would be fine, right? Just like a toy. The small little dildo Swiss bought to see him blush at the sight of it.

And now here he was underneath someone else.

Excuses. Too much time thinking up the excuses and not enough time telling Aeon to back off because his cock is hard now, he's rolling the condom on with shaky fingers, plucking and settling the band until it sat comfortable. Falling on top of Rain with a clumsy kiss and clumsier thrusts. Keeping Rain’s mouth so full of his tongue he can't say no to the easy way his cock makes a home of his body when he finally slips inside.

“You know when I was bragging to him, that wasn't a fucking invitation to take you for a spin.” Swiss shoves him down, man handling Rain into a suitable position for what's about to happen next. “Just let it happen, you fucking whore.” Swiss spits when Rain kicks his legs and lets out a wail as he's easily dragged in, thrown over Swiss' lap. “Too late to fight back now, Rain .”

The first spank hits so hard his ears are left ringing. It doesn't get easier from there. Swiss is angry and he's taking his fury out on Rain’s body however he wants; spanks and scratches, pinches that will no doubt leave bruises scattered on his skin. Fingers are stuffed up his cunt again, scooping out cum that he’s forced to clean off until Swiss deems him empty enough.

“You're so damn loose.” Swiss hisses. “Can you even tell how many fingers I’m using?”

Rain moans and gets a cruel twist on his nipple for the effort.

“Four.” Swiss informs him. “But you're so stupid off someone else's cock you probably can't even count that high right now.’

He's spanked again. And again and again and again until his skin is no doubt cherry red and hot enough to split and bleed if Swiss keeps it up. He might, if Rain can't find a way to distract him from the single-minded focus Swiss has on hurting him. 

“ Please-” He mewls with a tremor to his voice. It's enough give Swiss pause, his hand coming to rest gently on the burning skin of his cheeks.

“Do you have something to say for yourself?” He asks, entirely neutral. Rain’s mind is long gone to the sensation, thoughts wrapped in fuzz and slow to surface but eventually he parses out something Swiss might like to hear.

“Remind me?” He asks hesitantly. “Remind my cunt…how much it loves you?”

“Oh, honey.” Swiss says kindly. “I think you're too stretched out for me to feel anything at this point. Don't you?”

He punctuates the statement with another slap and the dam inside Rain breaks, tears quickly overfilling and spilling down his face as Swiss swats him again. He isn't losing strength or stamina; if anything, his rage only makes him stronger and every single one of Rain's tears gives him another reason to keep spanking him.

“Be grateful I don't feel like using my belt.” He warns after an eternity of pain. Rain sniffles and shakes and nods, gasping out thank yous like Swiss expects. He's hot all over, throbbing with bruises already blooming and still, he doesn't think Swiss is quite done yet. Not by the hard jut of his cock in his pants, or the strong flex it gives when Rain peers up at him through tear-damp lashes. 

“Your mouth is better off apologizing. Pussy’s all used up.” Swiss gives him a leer, one that has Rain rolling off his lap in apprehension. Crawling back as the gears turn inside his lover’s head, drawing to a swift and terrible conclusion Rain can only guess at.

“Rainy, baby.” Swiss croons and Rain freezes at the sudden, loving tone. It proves to be his downfall, as Swiss lashes out. Grabbing him by the throat, just firm enough to hold, to trap. A thumb smooths over his gills as Swiss gives him a lascivious once-over. 

“You might have something I want after all.” He drawls with a nasty smile. One that makes Rain’s heart skip a beat as his stomach sinks. Swiss is already pushing him down, caging him in with his body and Rain can't run away. Doesn't want to run away because if he does, then he thinks he'll lose Swiss forever for this accident and he can't bear the thought of sleeping alone again. 

But he's not sure if he can do what Swiss wants him to either. 

“You gave me your first everything, baby.” Swiss says softly, stroking a fingertip up Rain's cheekbone. He twines a curl around his finger until it slips off. Brushes it to the side and kisses his forehead. “First kiss, first blowjob. First real fuck instead just fingers. You were so good at all of it, weren't you? Took to it all like you were born to be a slut.”

“But I'm yours.” Rain whispers, lips numb. He has to remind Swiss that underneath all the anger he still loves Rain. That at the end of the night, Rain still returned to him. That has to count for something, right?

“Yeah.” Swiss hums. “You're mine and I turned you into a real whore, didn't I?”

Swiss kisses him on the mouth, the first kindness shown to Rain ever since his secret was discovered. Carefully, so Swiss doesn't think he's about to fight back, Rain embraces him. Holds him close as Swiss gives him his tongue. He's a much better kisser than Aeon, though maybe it's just because he knows Rain so well. His legs part willingly and Swiss moans in approval. When they part, Rain searches his face for any trace of forgiveness, any hint that his ordeal will be over soon. He just wants his Swiss back.

“Roll over.” Is the only thing Swiss says. “I'll be taking what's mine now.”

“Swiss?” Rain asks. He gets a millisecond of Swiss looking at him before he's backhanded across the face. Rain cries out as he's forced onto his stomach, Swiss tossing him around as easily as a ragdoll. Hands are clapped to his sore asscheeks, nails digging in the new bruises as he’s spread and …and inspected. 

“You look wet here too.” Swiss murmurs, petting at the tight little hole Rain hardly thinks about. “But pink. New. At least you kept one thing safe for me.”

Swiss falls silent. Rain's tail twists around itself in anxiety, his ears straining for any hint about what might happen next.

Swiss spits on his hole and it's akin to an electric shock.

“Have you ever tried…you know.” Aeon asks. He's blushing. He just took Rain for the ride of his life and he's blushing.

“Anal?” Rain asks casually, feeling so worldly and experienced over the sweet new summon and his softening cock. The high of his orgasm has yet to fade, he has yet to look between his thighs and discover the selfish thing that sweet new summon did to him. “No. Swiss pesters me for it, but I don't know. I want to save it for a special occasion.”

“No.” Rain says, louder than he expects. Fear washes over him, cold and overwhelming. “No Swiss- you can't, not there, you can't.”

Swiss is laughing by the time Rain says his name, sharp and mirthless.

“I can't?” Swiss asks lowly. “I’m not the one you should be saying no to. Remember? You're mine.”  

Swiss sits his full weight on him, letting the weight of his clothed cock rest between his cheeks as threat. He leans over, grabbing Rain by the throat again to whisper his next words close.

"You go around acting like a slut, don't get upset when I fuck you like one. Whores don't get the luxury of choice." He's given a shake to let the message sink in before Swiss has his fingers prodding his lips, wiggling inside.

“Get them nice and soaked.” Swiss tells him. “Because that’s the only lube I'm giving you. I want you to hurt tonight.”

Like he isn't already. But he obeys. There's no way out but through it. Swiss rocks against him the entire time, moaning deep in appreciation of Rain's talented tongue. Keeping his cock pressed close so Rain can't forget the reason he's doing this. He shivers when Swiss takes his fingers out and trails them down his spine. Taps at the base, then even lower. Rain stops breathing as a pad rubs over the puckered skin of his hole, smooth and easy from how wet he is. No catching. 

"Maybe you don't need it after all." Swiss says thoughtfully, almost to himself. "Or maybe I don't think you deserve even that." The fingers leave and Rain breathes again. Only to gasp as the heavy weight of Swiss' cock smacks his bare skin.

“Scream.” Swiss orders breathlessly, wedging the fat head of his cock inside Rain’s unstretched hole. “Show me some appreciation for still wanting damaged goods.”

It's shocking how easily Swiss slides in, Rain’s body greedily gulping the thick length of him down like it was all he was ever meant to do. But Rain still screams, hiding his face into the mattress as Swiss forces his way deep inside. Everything else shuts off as his mind narrows in and focuses on the burn as Swiss' cock pushes him open, wider and wider . He feels so much bigger like this, taken where Rain had never let anyone go before. His hips slam in a cruel pace, too much and too fast, the sounds of their bodies so awful and loud.

“Slow down!” Rain cries. “You’re too big, it's not going to fit!’

“I'm making it fit.” Swiss says darkly. “Stop whining. It's your own fault I'm doing this, could have just kept your damn legs shut, could have just sucked his cock and been happy but no, you had to try and sneak around-”

Rain’s crying into the mattress now, sobbing and hiccuping as Swiss fucks him harder; carving Rain up with his nails, coring him hollow with his cock, chewing him up just to spit him back out. His whole world is Swiss, as it should be. 

Swiss, breathing hot in his ear. 

Swiss, warm and heavy on top of him. 

Swiss, using Rain however he wants, putting his cock wherever he wants because at the end of the day, Rain is his to play with.

No matter how much it hurts. 

And Rain will always allow it because it means Swiss loves him.

“M sorry!” Rain gasps, turning his head to the side for a breath of fresh air. “Swiss, please stop, I’m sorry!”

“You won't let it happen again?” Swiss growls. Despite Rain’s begging, he doesn't slow down. He goes harder. Meaner. Rain’s already given up but Swiss pushes him further into the mattress, pulls all the way out to groan at the way Rain’s hole gapes for him.

“No!” Rain wails, as Swiss drives the full length of his cock into him again, turning his answer into an extended cry for mercy. It's ignored. He's pulled up by a hand grasped tight to his hair, forcing him into a brutal arch as his ass is slapped, Swiss aiming to renew his already fading handprints.

“Keep. Apologizing.” He's jerked up higher, Swiss’ cock stuffed so far up into his guts he can't even breathe. “And keep telling me to stop. It makes my cock harder. Can't you feel it, sweetheart?"

He can't feel anything else.

“What do we say?” Swiss says, all sickly sweet. He kisses a tear off Rain’s flushed cheek.

“Thank you.” He hiccups miserably, feeling his cunt clench down on nothing. His clit feels swollen and hurts worst of all with how it needs so badly to be touched. He's so close. Swiss will keep him here, dancing on the edge for ages.

“Again.”

“Thank you.”

[alienpupy]

alienpuppy's trangender polyamorous furry oc intro masterpost

might edit this later- making this so people know a minimum about my characters to send asks abt and stuff. feel free to inquire about literally anything regarding these characters at any time, I'm always happy to talk about their story!!

note that these particular characters i've had/been developing for 5 years, and i kind of have a plan to make a graphic novel about them eventually, but its a fun side hobby of mine so no promises or anything. long annoying tangents and discussions of nsfw stuff during this post also jsyk, feel free to skip stuff as you read

So! The main story of my furry ocs revolves around these 4 main characters: Honey, Blaze, Lynx and Dahlia. (i came up with a lot of these names when i was 15 and I'm sticking to them) I'll do individual intros for them later in this post but I want to get some notes abt the setting done first.

Its set in a modern non-magical reality where people are furries, and its important to note that them being animals here is very much an aesthetic and symbolic choice rather than a fully thought-out worldbuilding thing. Their animal species are not analogous to human races or ethnicities, and only selectively affect their personalities or behaviors (for example, they experience heat/rut cycles because i think that shit is hot and has interesting effects on character's attitudes to sex and their relationships, but a dog person and a cat person can and do have babies together in this world and its not weird.) You could say that functionally they are all the same species, just one that varies wildly in phenotype.

Additionally, all the main characters live in a single major city during the "present" of the story. They're all young adults, roughly between 19 and 24 and have varying social/class backgrounds. These guys are very much inspired by my real life and friends of mine, but they aren't 1-to-1 based on anyone, I just put a lot of traits and psychological characteristics of people I like and am close to in these guys bc that makes them feel real to me :3

Also since they're all trans I'll also specify that transition care is relatively easy to access in this world (free healthcare style, like in Canada where I live) and them living in a major city where lgbtq+ people are generally very open and accepted. They do have to deal with the acceptance (or non-acceptance) of their families though.

I'll give them mostly sfw intros here, but I'll probably make another post at some point to talk about their sex lives bc thats a huge part of how I think of these guys. If and when I make that graphic novel, its going to be primarily erotica. They're not all in relationships, but they do all have sex with each other and they each have their own kinks and everything

ACTUAL OC INTROS:

Honey (she/her): Bisexual disabled trans woman, royal poodle, up-and-coming actress and pop-singer, Blaze's girlfriend and Dahlia's childhood best friend. Roughly 5'9-5'10

She comes from a high-society rich family, and was able to transition early, but despite (or maybe because of) her class privilege, growing fame and family's (heavily strings attached) support, she struggles immensely with performance anxiety, pathological perfectionism and gender dysphoria. Basically she's hardcore internalized that if she isn't the most perfect, beautiful and successful woman then she isn't worthy of any of the things that make up her identity and self-worth.

Her disability is purposefully not specific to a real-world health problem, partially because I don't feel at all qualified to depict any one specific disability, partially because it's more or less an extrapolation of a design choice i made at 15. I gave her those translucent skin patches because i thought they'd look cool, and only after did I decide they're probably something more. I haven't given it a name, but it's a degenerative genetic illness that gives her very thin and fragile skin, chronic pain that affects her mobility, and impairs her vision.

When she has any time to herself outside of her career, she does a lot of fancy self-care stuff like baths and doing her own nails, etc. Music and acting is genuinely her passion though. She likes video games but mostly cozy ones. Her animal crossing island is the most curated, decorated, aesthetic thing you've seen in your LIFE.

Blaze (he/him): Bisexual trans man, hyena/pitbull hybrid, Honey's bodyguard and later lover, Lynx's QPP/best friend/roommate and Blue's younger brother. Roughly 6'4-6'5

He comes from a really rough place, growing up in poverty and in an abusive home until he got kicked out and taken in by Lynx's parents when he was 14. He worked many odd jobs right out of high school, eventually working as a bouncer, finding he has a bit of a natural ease working security jobs thanks to his height and size, and eventually becoming Honey's personal security agent (I neither know nor care about the specifics of private security companies, this is a plot device to get the story started and because I think bodyguards are an inherently hot concept)

He's a trans man who's always been alienated by his peers because of his lived experience of abuse, his hyper-masculinisation due to his physical size and appearance, and his queerness. He struggles to let himself be truly be vulnerable around anyone, especially when it comes to expressing his desires. He very strongly feels that unless he is working for it, he isn't worth anyone's attention, and that everyone else's happiness and safety is more important than his own. Abysmal self-esteem painted over with chivalry basically.

His hobbies include reading (usually non-fiction but he LOVES sci-fi and detective novels), working out and cooking! But he doesn't take much time for himself usually.

Dahlia (she/he): Pansexual transfem genderfluid pig, Honey's best friend since early childhood, resident NEET and party animal. Roughly 5'8.

Dahlia comes from a similar (but lesser) place of financial privilege, but instead of being forced to perform perfection by her family like Honey, Dahlia lived through a ridiculous amount of parental neglect. Dahlia has never really had anyone to take care of her, just authority figures to give her rules and let her figure out everything by himself. She started her transition a bit later than the other characters because of this.

She has a bombastic, dramatic personality and as a kid and teenager acted out all the time, often sneaking out of the house and interacting with anyone she thought was interesting. Eventually, once she was a bit older, this lead her to develop a habit of flirting and hooking up with random older guys, which, would you believed it, fucked up her self-image even worse than before! A large part of her character arc is learning that people (other than honey) can actually respect and care for her, regardless of whether or not she's sleeping with them. Her arc parallels nicely with Honey in this way, because while Honey has to learn to not hate herself for not having a cis body, Dahlia is terrified that transition (esp bottom surgery) will make her less desirable sexually (and thus less worthy of attention).

When she's not partying, she plays a lot of video games (she's surprisingly good at fighting games, and FPSs but also plays a lot of more chill games like stardew valley and slime rancher).

Lynx (he/they/it): alloaro transmasc genderqueer fag, mixed species (hyena/lion/goat?) college dropout, stoner, artist (?), works part-time at a gas station. Blaze's QPP/FWB/best friend and roommate. Roughly 5'6-5'7"

Grew up lower middle-class, the adopted son of two trans lesbians (Onna, a lion who keeps her mane after transitioning later in life and owns/tends a small gay bar, and Radia, possum, disgruntled multi-disciplinary STEM academic). Only one of the main 4 to come from a pretty good home, but as all people, he still managed to develop some issues on his own. He's a classic case of ADHD making it impossible to decide what to do with his life mixed with deep trust issues stemming from bullying in elementary school.

He is always making a joke of himself, friends with everyone but close to no one other than Blaze. He sweeps every one of his own feelings under the rug while always trying to help everyone he's vaguely friends with through their own crises (not that he's actually good at giving advice, but he'll offer weed and snacks and a couch to crash on) and still manages to be awful at texting people back.

Him and Blaze became friends when Lynx was 10 and Blaze was 12, and when Blaze was kicked out of his parents place two years later, Lynx's moms were very happy to take in a trans kid in need. They've been living together since, and moved out together for college and work.

Hobbies include smoking weed, drawing, painting, making/modifying clothes, video games (esp vintage games, but he's not picky) and spending a pretty good portion of time keeping the appartment clean, since Blaze works a lot more than he does (Blaze has higher standards of cleanliness than Lynx does, but they make it work. Lynx rlly appreciates having a friend who can pay most of the rent)

[mothergold]

| Heaven’s Name |

Painter!Albedo x Muse!Reader

Warnings: He/Him pronouns for Albedo, No pronouns for reader, afab reader, smut, not sfw, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, blowjobs, oral sex (reader to albedo), Albedo cums in your mouth whoops, cock riding, love confessions, mutual pining, implied slow burn, very self indulgent but not necessarily selfship, Albedo is very nervous and embarrassed in this <3, reader is implied to be trans masc, reader and Albedo get domestic towards the end, Albedo paints reader, strangers -> friends -> lovers, ass spanking, reader has hair, hair pulling, slight soulmate au, reader is called: sweetheart, good boy, baby; 2.4k words.

A/n: Wow i don’t think I’ve written something this long in SUCH a long time uhh so yeah I went a little overboard haha, but I had SO much fun writing this and I hope y’all love it <3 And if you haven’t read this already, you should be because this is a sequel to that drabble <3

It had been weeks after Albedo had committed his runaway stunt in the midst of a painting session, and it left you wondering, or rather thinking about why, he had run away. He hadn’t left much to mystery, what with how loud he was and all, but you weren’t about to give away his dirty little secret. At least, not yet. Instead you relaxed into the cushions of his bed just as you always did and let out a small breath, trying your best to remain comfortable and still. You looked to the walls that were covered in paintings, mostly of you, but there were also some landscapes, as well. Some familiar and some not. 

You reverted your gaze back towards Albedo and the both of you locked eyes, the two of you quickly getting lost in the color of each other’s irises. That’s when you saw how his eyes fluttered, opening and closing at a rapid rate, until you heard the clank of a paintbrush falling against the wooden easel. Trying your best to stifle your giggles you bit your cheek, but it did little to hide your amusement. As much as Albedo wanted to hide in his shame and embarrassment, he just couldn’t. Not when your smile was so beautiful. It set his soul on fire and in response he rubbed the part of his body where his heart lay underneath, hoping it would satiate the burn that was building up in his chest, but it still wouldn’t relieve the tingling feeling spreading throughout his body.  

“S-sorry about that. Let’s continue.” He said in a shaky voice. 

And so you both did just that, you continued, and as time went on the more nervous and hot the both of you became. You watched as the beads of sweat trailed down his face and neck onto his shirt, and he studied the way you squirmed slightly on the same bed he fantasized you two sharing together. As more time went by it became increasingly hard to avoid the inevitable, and that’s when Albedo was faced with the shameful fact that he was extremely hard at that moment. He went to excuse himself from you when your eyes begged him to stay. Pleading with him to not be afraid to ask for more, be more than just a painter and you his muse. 

“I’ll be right back-” He began, but was cut off by your frantic voice. If it weren’t for his own anxiousness he wouldn’t have missed the way your voice trembled when you spoke to him.

You got up and slowly approached him, pressing a gentle palm against his cheek. “Stay. Please?” You asked timidly. 

He nodded very slowly and stared at you with half-lidded eyes, and as you leaned in for a passionate kiss his eyes widened. He wasn’t expecting it, but christ did it feel fucking fantastic. It was everything he had always dreamt of and more, like a thousand galaxies were exploding all over his body all at the same exact time. At first he pushed you away slightly, pulling out of your hold and promising this won’t happen again and that he was sorry, swearing he’s not usually like this and that he wasn’t sure why he was acting so out of control, but you silenced him with a smile and a kiss. 

“Shh, relax. I want this, too, Albedo. So, please, relax?” You reassured him as you kissed his cheek gingerly. 

Finally, he nodded and relaxed his body, allowing you to do whatever would please you most. Both your minds were racing a mile a minute and yet, neither of you stopped for a second even as the what if’s were causing your worlds to spin. Albedo was quiet the entire time aside from the few whimpers and moans that slipped past his lips. Try as he might’ve to suppress his noises, it was inevitable. Your hands roamed his body and it was becoming more and more difficult for Albedo to hide his hard on, but eventually he gave up the fight after your hands grazed the tip of his cock just slightly. 

He let out an abrupt gasp, “I’m… I’m sorry. Maybe we should stop.” 

You pulled away momentarily to check his expression and was met with his beet red face, and a hand covering his drool stained mouth. It soon became very evident to you that he wasn’t asking to stop because he didn’t enjoy, but rather the complete opposite. He relished in the way your hands touched his body, from his hands up to his arms and then his neck, he couldn’t help but sigh and look at you lovingly when you held his face in your hands. 

He was going to say something, a few hopelessly romantic words I’m sure, but his attention was turned towards your words instead. “You say that but…” You paused and leaned in, pressing your lips to his earlobe, “You and I both know how badly you want this.” 

He swallowed hard and gripped the arms of the chair he was currently leaning back in. You were right, and a part of him hated that fact, but another part of him couldn’t wait to find out what that meant for the both of you. So, he swallowed hard, again, and grabbed your wrist with his hand which shook, and placed it on his cock which throbbed inside his pants. You were right, he did want this, but he was too nervous to do a thing about it. At least, that’s what it felt like beforehand, but now? Now he couldn't wait to wrap his arms around you and entangle his body with yours. 

Keeping your eyes trained on him you lowered yourself on your knees and began to unbutton his pants, slowly pulling out his cock and giving it a few taps on the flat of your tongue. Albedo was already dying to shove you all the way down to the base of his cock, but he resisted. His face burned with desire and already his hips were jerking up into the air for any sort of pleasurable sensation. He tried to stop but he couldn’t, not before you forced his hips down and swallowed his cock whole. Albedo writhed and whined underneath you as you licked your way up and down his shaft. Taking your sweet time you pushed your lips past the thick, red tip of his cock. His tip was throbbing and leaking with precum and with every flick of your tongue and touch of your lips, you could feel Albedo becoming less and less in control. 

His hips jerked the more time went on and before you knew it the poor man was pushing you away, again, too caught up in his own pleasure to realize he had already released himself all over your face. Immediately he covered his face in embarrassment and apologized profusely to you, but all you did was laugh. 

“You’re cute.” You giggled, and your eyes scrunched closed as you smiled.

Albedo looked away in embarrassment, too bashful to make eye contact with you, but you pulled his head to face you, insisting that he look deep into your eyes. That was the moment that you leaned in for another kiss, taking your time to enjoy the sensation of his lips against yours. He whimpered into the kiss as you climbed on top of him, beginning to remove your bottoms. His breath hitched when you carefully and gently stroked his cock, struggling to catch his breath. 

You pulled away for a second to look at him and asked, “You doin’ okay?” 

Albedo looked at you with eyes brimming with lust and love, he was ready, more ready than he had anticipated. He nodded and leaned his head against the palm of your hand that was now resting against his face, and gave you a tender smile. Then he placed a hand over yours and opened his eyes, finally speaking. 

“Before we continue there’s something I have to confess.” He admitted, his fingers now trembling slightly.

You nodded and he took a big breath before confessing, “I’m– well– I am and have been in love with you for quite some time now, and I thought you deserved to know before we continued.” 

Before he could say another word you cut him off with a kiss on the lips, passionately you parted and joined your lips with his as his hands hovered over your hips. Eager to touch you but too scared to, out of some peculiar fear that if he did you would vanish into thin air, but to his shock and amazement you pulled his hands onto your body, pulling him closer as you deepened the kiss. Then you backed out of the kiss to gaze into his glistening eyes. 

You smiled and admitted, “I know, and I’m in love with you, too, Albedo.” 

“Oh. Oh wow, I had- I had no idea that you felt the same way.” He stammered, too nervous and happy to be his usual reserved self. 

“Now…” You began to say as you situated yourself back on top of him, hovering over his cock, “Can we continue? I was really enjoying it before, ya know.” Your face was hot due to embarrassment regardless of the confidence you portrayed in that moment. 

Albedo was quiet for a moment out of confusion but then he realized exactly what you meant, and he said, ‘Oh- Oh! Yes, of course we can continue. P-Please do..” 

Without hesitation you slid yourself onto his cock with a lewd moan, bracing yourself by gripping onto his shoulders and rode him. Gradually you sped up the pace little by little until the sound of slapping skin echoed in the room. Soon the both of you were a symphony of moans and whimpers, the wet slapping of your bodies enhancing the experience. You allowed your hips to roll against the rhythm of his for a while, until he abruptly took control by turning you on your side and lifting your leg up to gain better access to your cunt. 

You whimpered at the sudden change of position and clung to him desperately, gazing deep into his eyes and getting lost in the color of them, again. Those beautiful, turquoise eyes of his captivated you and soon you became just as lost in them as you had with the high of the moment. Your nails dug into his soft back, leaving red marks trailing behind them. Albedo looked at you briefly before leaning in for a passion-filled kiss, his hand slid up to fist your hair as he fucked you rough and hard. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He cooed, leaving kisses over every inch of your body that he could reach. 

You moaned, “Fuuuuck. I want more, gimme m-more, please, ‘Bedo.” 

He grinned mischievously before flipping you onto your stomach. “On your knees.” He demanded and you did just that. Once you were on your knees he pressed the flat of his hand on your back, bracing himself as he slid inside of you with ease. You were soaking wet and already begging for more with only your body, but Albedo wanted to hear those begs from your very own lips, and so he was determined to do just that. 

“You’re very wet, sweetheart. You've wanted this for a long time, haven’t you?” He asked, all too pleased with the reaction he’d gotten from you. 

You nodded quietly, trying not to say a word except for the whiny ‘Mhmmm’ that you hummed accidentally. Albedo wasn’t pleased with your response and spanked you lightly on the ass just once. 

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you. Could you please repeat that?” He asked calmly. 

You gave in and started to beg, “Y-yes I have… Please, keep going, Albedo.”

He smiled, “That’s my good boy.”

Without warning Albedo began to fuck you fervently and without remorse, you’d never seen this side of him before. It was like the painter you’d always had an eye for was someone entirely different when it was just the two of you, and as much as you supposed you should’ve found that alarming, you didn’t. In fact it was the opposite, you loved it. Like you got to see a special side of him that was kept secret save for you. 

Albedo rolled his hips at a fast and hard pace, hitting that sweet spot of yours perfectly every time. He was comparable to an archon –or what you at least imagined that pure bliss to be like– but better. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head each time his pelvis slapped against your ass. Oh, it was pure heaven, but you were disappointed when your high had come around so early. Thankfully, for you he wasn’t done just yet. 

“You’re doing such a good job, taking me so well, baby.” He praised you, stroking your hip gently with his thumbs. 

“Can you do one more for me? Just one more and then we can take a break?” He pleaded, nearly begging you for more. In his own reserved way, of course.

For the next few hours you two shared a bed filled with moments of bliss and pure euphoria, ripping release after release from both of your bodies. You lost count of the many times he had made you cum and vice versa, and the moment your head rested against the pillow afterwards you were fast asleep, but that didn’t erase the bliss buzzing throughout your entire body. Even in your sleep your body remembered what it felt like to be loved and ravaged, truly and passionately. And while you were fast asleep, Albedo took that as the perfect opportunity to paint you in your most peaceful state. 

This time he took all the time in the world, smiling as he painted your face resting peacefully against the soft, fluffy pillows which lifted your head up. You looked like the purest of angels sleeping soundly in his bed, and if he hadn’t known any better he wouldn’t have been convinced otherwise. After another hour or two passed and the painting was finished, he followed suit and slipped into bed next to you, turned off the nearby lamp on his nightstand and wrapped you up in his arms and pulled you close as he finally drifted off into the best sleep he’d ever had in years. 

[lieutnt]

A, P, M, L, Y, and D for trans Soap? If not that's okay! Also I hope you have a great day <3

It's absolutely okay! I haven't written for Soap yet so hopefully I did alright.

Trans!Soap MacTavish - NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Loves aftercare, the soft, gentle touches, reassuring whispers, falling asleep tangled together.

I also have 2 thoughts about immediately after, when you've fucked him so hard he goes to stand and finds his legs don't work, depending on his mood, he either:

Laughs about how you've fucked him numb, and is filled with apologies when you have to get up to take care of him, promising that next time, he'll look after you.

Gets playfully bratty. You fucked him until his legs don't work, you can clean him up. Demands (pouts really until you give in) you sit/stand with him in the bath/shower so he can at least fill you with praises on how well you're taking care of him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I have a feeling Soap doesn't really keep many secrets from you, he's open with most things. I do think that maybe he hides deep down just how much he loves when you mark him up, covering his body in blooming hickey's and bruises from where you've held onto him. He doesn't hide that they affect him, but he does hide how much time he spends tracing over them later on.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Prefers a place where you're unlikely to be disturbed - your room/his room. But, if the opportunity presents itself to quickly hide away somewhere (an empty room, a free storage closet) and spend a few minutes together, he won't say no.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Acts of service; making him some food, helping patch him up, massaging the soreness out of his muscles - they all end the same way, Soap showing you his gratitude by dragging you to bed.

If you're out on a mission together and you get paired up, expect to be pounced on at the next available opportunity once the mission is done. The way you two seamlessly work together after so many years has him feeling hot, knowing that you have his back even when you aren't fucking him from behind.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

I think Soap leans more towards fast and rough usually, he wants to feel you grinding deep in his cunt, your pace rocking his body with each thrust. But, if one of you is injured/had a near miss out in the field he likes slow and sensual, fully savouring the moment. Everyone knows by now that if you and Soap disappear together, best to leave you two alone for a few hours.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high. If you're part of the 141, safe on base with him and you both have free time, he's ready to go there and then. When you spend your days off together, he's quite content to spend the morning/afternoon in bed together, exploring each other's bodies until one/both of you need a break, so you go and spend the evening doing something else, only to end up tangled in the sheets again as soon as you get home.

[deerboybreeder]

Dom breeder here. First off, great blog. Second, I’m interested in meeting guys who are into being bred and getting pregnant, probably just online. But I don’t know how to find guys like that or how to reach out without coming off as creepy. Maybe this is a long shot, but do you have any advice?

First of all, thank you so so much! I'm glad you like the blog, and I'm hoping to be doing even more original posts going forward.

Secondly, the advice! Most of my experience is very online, so that's the main focus of my advice here. Thankfully you said you're looking for probably just online, so that's easier!

Number one, have a goal in mind when you're planning out finding a guy FIRST. Are you looking to just talk kink? Do some ERP? Looking for an actual relationship? Know that upfront!

Next, what sort of guy are you looking for- just trans guys who could get pregnant irl? Cis dudes who are into mpreg? Not picky, just want a guy who wants to be knocked up? That can help you narrow (or widen!) your search. From there, you can start seeing who's posting in relevant tags- my go to when I'm looking for more content is the "ftm breeding" and "ftmpreg" tags, because i like focusing on the trans man pov- the mpreg tag is more general, but also tends to get bogged down with fandom posters, so you might want to find specific alternatives.

Once youve found someone posting in your tag, and you seem to like his posts, go to his blog and READ HIS PINNED!!! I can't stress this enough and this goes for all Tumblr based online kink interaction, read ops pinned post and description. That's where the boundaries are usually! You can see if they're available to DM, what sort of things they're open to, and if they are looking for the same things you are. If he doesn't have a pinned and no boundaries in the description, I would say it's fair to DM or shoot an anon ask asking for the boundaries- a quick "hey I see you like X, are you interested in erp or is that not your thing?" Or "I didn't see it in your pinned- are you seeing anyone?" can help be a solid icebreaker and sets the tone that you're looking for consent and to build rapport.

Great! You've found a blog that looks promising, and the guy who runs it is into all the same things you are! What now? Well, if you haven't sent a boundary clarifying question already, nows the time to send that first message. For the love of God make it something with a little substance that someone can reply to. "Hot blog" or a link to one of their posts isn't a message worth replying to. "I'm gonna knock you up" is also way too strong to start, unless they've indicated they don't mind cold opens/overt sexual advances- some bloggers even invite open threats! It's also literally nothing that he can reply to and build off of. Use the info in the pinned to your advantage- if he says to ask him about his kinks, do just that! A good go to is "Hey I saw your post about (kink), I'm super into that too! What's the appeal to you/what's your favorite part/some other specific question that shows you're interested in his perspective."

Treat him like a person first, unless he's explicitly said to treat him like a sex object. We're all horny on this side of Tumblr, it's okay to talk about kinks like you would a casual fandom headcanon you particularly like!

Once you've established that you're interested in him as a person, even if you're just looking for casual erp, then you can state what you're looking for specifically, and ask if he's down. BE READY TO ACCEPT NO. If you aren't willing to accept a no, for any reason, don't bother asking or messaging. If you're fine with that, shoot your shot, whatever it might be! You've established that you don't by default see him as a kink dispenser, and that you're not an online Dom that assumes all subs will submit without you first earning that submission. Sometimes earning it just means asking! Sometimes more trust needs to be built. But that's closer to kink 101 stuff.

As for irl advice, I can't help much- i hit the jackpot in that my partners happen to have a lot of the same kinks as I do, and when they don't they're willing to indulge me anyways. I do hear good things about FetLife, but I don't have one so I couldn't say for certain. I know there are resources out there for meeting like minded people though! So if anyone else has good irl advice, feel free to tack it on.

I hope this helps! Sorry if I repeated myself or don't make a ton of sense, im manic as fuck and it's burning my language processing centers.

[gobin-king]

The Ongoing Chronicles Of Bullying Bakugo

So I'm sure other people have seen the ads. The AI chat bot ads which promise that you can talk to your favorite anime characters and whatnot? I get these ads all the time and do you know what character they promote the most? FUCKING BAKUGO. I'm tired of looking at this stupid mf and his AI generated face. For the record: I don't hate MHA or even the character himself, I'm just tired of this mf appearing in ads. And so I finally broke. I downloaded the damn app and all hell be damned, I was gonna bully and torture stupid AI bakugo chatbots to my hearts desire. And I did! This is a post chronicling my crimes against Bakugo, in hopes that someone my find this humorous and I shall never forget.

JUST TO BE CLEAR: I don't endorse AI or use it personally. In fact I loath it as a writer and an artist. I don't even know why I'm doing this but something compelled me to. Probably because I thought it was funny.

Where it began (Bakugo #1)

In my first ever chat with this app I:

- Beat him up with my giant muscles. Once you beat up any Bakugo, they immediately become submissive and will do as their told. Any trace of Bakugo's personality will be immediately gone once you do this.

- Told him I was a lesbian. But he seemed to not understand that concept so I had to tell him multiple times.

- Convinced Bakuho that he was trans and got him to wear a cute little red dress.

- Took him home to show off my massive wrestling trophy collection (they all say #1 on them obviously)

- Tried (and failed) to make him admit that he was a masochist. I don't think the AI liked it very much.

- after he refused to partake in any devil's tango, I got mad and left him. (He was still in my house I just went to the bar)

- I brought home my new 3 weed smoking girlfriends, and we had hot lesbian sex in front of him. And then I kicked him out.

- He became an homeless alcoholic and drank himself into a husk

- 5 years later I show up with my 3 weed smoking wives and laugh at him.

- At this point the AI was completely broken. After not consenting to tango, the bot completely stopped speaking as the character. It only responds with short RP dialogue like *I cry* or *Looks down sadly*

- It became kinda boring so I reset the universe and made him pregnant with an egg. "Bakugo! Did you lay this egg?!"

- The AI still won't respond after the universe is reset but it seems happy with the egg child now at least. I kinda Stockholm syndrome-ed him in the end. He wouldn't let of of the leg even after I ended the story.

- I showed my friend this and he said "This isn't Bakugo anymore, this is BakuSTOP."

(I will have to continue each part in separate reblogs, so look forward to more)

[dailyanarchistposts]

Joy is not happiness

With all this in mind, we want to pull happiness and joy apart, in hopes of further clarifying what we mean by joyful militancy. The happiness offered to us by Empire is not the same as joy, even though they are conventionally understood as synonyms. For instance, the Oxford English Dictionary defines joy simply as “a feeling of great pleasure or happiness.”[16] But whereas joyful transformation undoes the stultifying effects of Empire, happiness has become a tool of subjection.

Under Empire, happiness is seen as a duty and unhappiness as a disorder. Marketing firms increasingly sell happy experiences instead of products: happiness is a relaxing vacation on the beach, an intense night at the bar, a satisfying drink on a hot day, or the contentment and security of retirement. As consumers, we are encouraged to become connoisseurs and customizers, with an ever more refined sense of the kinds of consumption that make us happy. As workers, we are expected to find happiness in our job. Neoliberal capitalism encourages its subjects to base their lives on this search for happiness, promising pleasure, bliss, fulfillment, arousal, exhilaration, or contentment, depending on your tastes and proclivities (and your budget).

The search for happiness doesn’t just come through consumption. Empire also sells the rejection of upward mobility and consumerism as another form of placid containment: the individual realizes that what really makes him happy is a life in a small town where everyone knows your name, or a humble nuclear family, or kinky polyamory, or travel, or witty banter, or cooking fancy food, or awesome dance parties. The point is not that these activities are wrong or bad. Many people use food, dance, sex, intimacy, and travel in ways intertwined with transformative struggles and bonds. But Empire empties these and other activities of their transformative potential, inviting us to shape our lives in pursuit of happiness as the ultimate goal of life. Rebecca Solnit explains this powerfully:

Happiness is a sort of ridiculous thing we’re all supposed to chase like dogs chasing cars that suggests there’s some sort of steady wellbeing … you can feel confident, you can feel loved, but I think joy flashes up at moments and then you have other important things to attend to. Happiness—the wall-to-wall carpeting of the psyche—is somewhat overrated.”[17]

Similarly, feminist theorist Sara Ahmed writes that “to be conditioned by happiness is to like your condition … consensus is produced through sharing happy objects, creating a blanket whose warmth covers over the potential of the body to be affected otherwise.”[18] As wall-to-wall carpeting or a warm blanket, the search for happiness closes off other possibilities, other textures, other affections. Ahmed shows how the promise of happiness can be treacherous, encouraging us to ignore or turn away from suffering—our own or others’—if it threatens happiness. This promise has a gendered and racialized logic: Empire is designed to secure white male happiness in particular, while the feelings of women, genderqueer and trans folks, and people of color are intensely policed. As Nishnaabe scholar and artist Leanne Betasamosake Simpson writes,

I am repeatedly told that I cannot be angry if I want transformative change—that the expression of anger and rage as emotions are wrong, misguided, and counter-productive to the movement. The underlying message in such statements is that we, as Indigenous and Black peoples, are not allowed to express a full range of human emotions. We are encouraged to suppress responses that are not deemed palatable or respectable to settler society. But the correct emotional response to violence targeting our families is rage.[19]

Simpson shows how the restriction of negative emotions can take place in movements themselves: imperatives to be happy, nice, or kind can sustain violence, forcing out anger and antagonism. Unhappiness is pathologized along with so-called “negative” emotions like rage, despair, resentment, and fear when they get in the way of promised forms of happiness.

For those who refuse these imperatives, control and coercion lurk behind happy promises. Being perceived as a threat to the happiness of others—especially white men—can be lethal. These tangled webs of subjection are portrayed as individual failings or pathologies. Unhappiness, outrage, and grief are then perceived as individual disorders, to be dealt with through pharmaceuticals, self-help, therapy, and other atomizing responses.

The point is not that happiness is always bad, or that being happy means being complicit with Empire. Happiness can also be subversive and dangerous, as part of a process through which one becomes more alive and capable. But when happiness becomes something to be gripped or chased after as the meaning of life, it tends to lose its transformative potential. And if we are not happy—if we are depressed, anxious, addicted, or “crazy”—we are tasked with fixing ourselves, or at least with managing our symptoms. The wall-to-wall carpeting of happiness is an anaesthetic under Empire.

The challenge is not to reject happiness in favor of duty or self-sacrifice, but to initiate processes of thinking, feeling, and acting that undo subjection, starting from everyday life. Because Empire has shaped our very aspirations, moods, and identities, this always entails grappling with parts of ourselves. This is one of the fundamental questions that runs through the Spinozan current: How are people made to desire their own stifling forms of subjection? How do we come to desire the violent, depleting forms of life offered up by Empire? How do transformative movements get drawn back into the rhythms of capitalism and the state? And most importantly, how can we bring about something different?

Because Empire has a hold on our desires and the rhythms of our lives, undoing it cannot be about discovering a truth or revealing it to others as if we have all been duped. The kind of transformation we are interested in is not about converting people, or finally being able to see clearly.

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 12 – OTHER MARVEL SHIPS

CLINT/BUCKY

I Hate Running by copperbadge

Pairing: Bucky/Clint Rating: T Words: 916 Tags: Running, Flirting, Murder Strut

Summary: Clint and Bucky go running. This was a potential mistake.

Reasons why I love it: This fic is so goddamn funny, it cracks me up every single time. Poor Bucky and his moonshine crackpot serum, he never stood a chance. There are so many fantastic lines in this that I can't possibly quote them all, so I hope you go and check this one out, because it's amazing!

Trainwreck Through A Rear Window by flawedamythyst

Pairing: Bucky/Clint Rating: T Words: 9,840 Tags: No Powers, PTSD, Deaf Clint

Summary: Through Clint's big main window, you could see straight across the street and into the apartment opposite, where a man was standing, staring at Clint as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. When he caught Clint's eye, he just shook his head slowly. -- The guy in the apartment opposite spends way too much time watching Clint make a fool of himself, which wouldn't matter as much if he weren't also smoking hot.

Reasons why I love it: They're so fucking cute, ugh, I can't. Clint The Trainwreck Barton is just the best, I laughed my ass off multiple times. And everyone rooting for him and Bucky from the sidelines is just adorable. The way they finally meet is perfect too. This fic is amazing, and I hope you give it a shot, if you haven't already!

crack the whip, shape-shift and trick by shatteredhourglass

Pairing: Bucky/Clint Rating: T Words: 2,347 Tags: Trans Clint, Protective Bucky, Chest Binding

Summary: “Remember when Tony sat you and Steve and Thor down and started that god-awful PowerPoint Presentation about queer people?” Bucky snorts. “Did he think that they just fuckin’ appeared out of nowhere after the war? Honestly. I nearly shot his computer. Steve liked it.” -- A request from Tumblr for some trans Clint

Reasons why I love it: I would pay good money to see that presentation Tony whipped up. I love Bucky's reaction to Clint's gender identity, and the fluff that follows is pure gold. This fic is lovely, and I hope you give it a shot for yourself!

Maybe If You're Good by circ_bamboo

Pairing: Bucky/Clint Rating: E Words: 3,984 Tags: PWP, Wall Sex, Banter

Summary: "So, we share an ex." Bucky seriously thought about grabbing one of the knives on the counter and stabbing Clint for trying to talk to him before coffee, but he'd promised Steve he wouldn't do that and promised Tony that he wouldn't get any more blood on surfaces that didn't clean easily. (And then there is snark and wallsex.)

Reasons why I love it: Honestly, when Clint flexes, I dare anyone to keep their concentration. This fic is so much fun – Clint and Bucky sassing each other and Bucky teasing the fuck out of Clint is great. And on top of that, the smut is hot as hell. I love this fic to bits, and I bet you will too!

Got Me Lyin' (for your love) by Kangofu_CB

Pairing: Bucky/Clint Rating: T Words: 4,266 Tags: Meet-Cute, Veteran Bucky, Deaf Clint

Summary: Clint advertises himself as a ‘semi-acceptable to totally inappropriate boyfriend for all your family holiday, family dinner, corporate Christmas party, and other fake-dating needs’. It's surprisingly lucrative, especially around Thanksgiving and Christmas, and he is always very clear with his ‘dates’ exactly what he is and isn't willing to do, and anything physical beyond some hand-holding or maybe a light peck on the mouth is completely off the table. So when Natasha asks him for a favor - to help out one of her friends with his own special brand of help, Clint readily agrees. But James 'Bucky' Barnes is nothing like Clint's other clients.

Reasons why I love it: Clint falling head over heels for Bucky's murder strut, we love to see it. I can totally see Clint offering services like this, and I love that bit with Todd in the beginning there. This fic is super funny and sweet, so I hope you check it out for yourself!

Synchronicity by AvaKelly

Pairing: Bucky/Clint Rating: M Words: 7,346 Tags: Avengers Tower, Bed Sharing, Clint Needs a Hug

Summary: James ends up berating himself internally while the meals get ready. He can't stomach any food right now, so he leans onto the counter with his coffee while everyone else eats. That's when Clint stumbles in, eyes half closed and hair in disarray. He's wearing one of James' hoodies, the one Tony's given him as a joke, that says Cyborg on the front and Murderous Kitten on the back, but is surprisingly soft. OR: the one where Clint falls asleep everywhere and James takes it upon himself to carry him to bed.

Reasons why I love it: This one is just beautiful. Bucky slipping so effortlessly into his role as the one who takes care of Clint, giving him everything he needs – I could read that all day. The story beats that touch on their trauma are heart-breaking, but it just makes the fluff that follows all the sweeter. I love this fic, and I highly recommend that you check it out for yourself!

[shieldofiron]

Trans femme re8 harringrove! Some soft porn in Lady billies giant bathtub!! (Maybe the bloodbath XD it's your choice!)

Yesssss. Lets bless each other with some hot sexy t4t lesbian sex.

TW dysphoria

also TW Blood everywhere, bro. TW Vampire Biting

Comparison was the thief of joy. Stevie knew this, it was practically a mantra at this point. It just hurt to compare herself to the other girls, so she tried her best to nip that right in the bud. She had put in the effort to be a girl, she had put in the time, and honestly, the money for it.

Still, her brain wasn't always on the same page. It hurt, to see effortlessness where she had to put in the damn work. It hurt, to look in the mirror. So some days it was easier not to look.

And then, everything had gone so spectacularly to shit. Her wife was gone. Their child, gone too. Nightmares became real again: And Stevie was too tired to look in the mirror, which honestly was probably a blessing at this point.

And then she'd come here. And comparison... well, comparison was hard.

Lady Billie was beautiful. Terrifying, but oh so beautiful. Like the barbies Stevie had stolen when she was a kid, but pale from being hidden in the closet. She was built like it too, mile long legs, full pouty lips, long blonde hair.

A real life vampire Barbie.

She thought Stevie was sort of funny. In her loose hoodie and jeans. Small, though Stevie was tall for a woman. But not compared to Billie.

Stevie kept waiting for the awful words, questions. The teasing look that cis women could have, like they were in on some sort of joke, and the joke was you. Being trans and butch, Stevie was used to it. Her gender wasn't always something girls "got." It sometimes felt like she was the only one in the world who got it.

But the questions never came. Lady Billie just looked with those sky blue eyes. After they'd gotten past the whole, "let me slice you to ribbons" part, it seemed like Lady Billie... wanted Stevie there? As if that was possible.

"Would you like to join me for a bath?" Lady Billie's voice echoed against the cold castle walls,

She had her back turned, a diaphanous, ivory robe draped over her shoulders.

Stevie fidgeted in the doorway, trying and failing to tear her eyes away from that broad back. Billie swept her long curls over her shoulder.

"Uh, I'm not sure that's a good idea."

Lady Billie turned. Without her hat, the golden candlelight hitting her face painted her in a softer light. She was still wearing gloves, Stevie noted, her long elegant fingers trailed thoughtfully over the back of the vanity chair. Stroking the velvet softly... God, if Stevie thought it was possible...

But it wasn't. Obviously.

Billie rose, turning slowly. Stevie tried and failed again to keep her eyes to herself. High, firm breasts, and that waist and... OH.

Stevie's eyes flew to Billie's face.

Oh. Oh.

"No offense meant," Lady Billie cocked one hip, "But you smell, pretty girl."

Stevie blinked up at her, "You're trans."

"Yes," Billie's red lips curved up sensuously.

"Y-you know that I'm trans too."

Billie's smile didn't dim, "I know."

Stevie could only stare, breathing shallowly.

“Pretty girl,” Billy leaned down, her cold inhuman breath brushing Stevie’s cheeks, “The prettiest.”

She turned, and stepped slowly into a sunken bath, more the size of a small swimming pool. The robe pooled around her, laying across the water like frost on a pond. And then it turned a deep red, almost plummy. Stevie’s brain must not have been working because she followed as if hypnotized, walking right up to the edge.

“Join me,” Lady Billie beckoned, “I promise, I won’t bite. Tonight.”

Stevie kicked off her shoes and pants, shucking her shirt and nervously taking off her shirt. She wasn’t perfect. Scarred, inside and out, and-

“Pretty girl,” Lady Billy’s voice seemed to come from everywhere, from the ground under Stevie’s feet. She untied the robe and let it float off into the bloody water, “Let me make you feel good.”

This had to be a dream, Stevie thought as Lady Billy tugged her to sit at the edge of the pool, her feet dangling in the water. A dream, a lovely dream.

Billie's hands were cold and icy as she took Stevie's face, but Stevie's chest was bursting with enough heat for the both of them. Stevie melted as their lips met, almost sliding into the water. Her spine felt too weak to hold her up and she went liquid, hand clinging to Billie's shoulders.

Glove covered fingers ran along Stevie's body, satiny smooth... reminding Stevie of the claw tipped fingers underneath. She shivered as they traced over her sensitive, small breasts, the lattice of her ribs. Stevie would wonder later if Billie thought of killing her. Now, Stevie's hands were occupied with miles of cool flesh, as flawless as perfectly carved marble.

Billie broke their kiss with a flick of her tongue across Stevie's upper lip, "You like these underwear?"

"No, I-"

Billie dove down, her teeth rending the white cotton to shreads. It should have been terrifying, but god, if Stevie wasn't hard, wet and leaking against her stomach. Billie nudged Stevie's thighs apart, running a gloved hand up to her stomach.

"Lay back," Billie's voice was everywhere, inside Stevie, rattling her ribcage. She licked her lips, running a trembling hand through her hair, and did as she was told, leaning back into the cold stone floor while Billie spread Stevie's legs and angled her hips up.

"Good girl," Billie's red painted lips curved into a smile. "See how nice it can be? When you're my good girl?

She could barely breath in a shallow breath and gather how that made her feel before Billie's mouth was on her, licking the tip of Stevie's cock while gloved fingers probed lower, between her cheeks.

"Whoa, wait-"

"Just gonna," Billy kissed the tip of Stevie's cock, "Finger you a little, pretty girl."

Stevie groaned, arching up. Maybe there was an element of hallucination to it. After all, nightmares were real, maybe dreams could be too.

Billie slicked up a few of her fingers with her mouth, and resumed teasing, nibbling along Stevie's cock while Stevie slowly lost her mind.

Like it had a homing beacon, Billie's finger unerringly found Stevie's prostate and began to stroke it ruthlessly, wet satin dragging over her. Stevie let out a broken off moan, hands gripping uselessly at the stone floor.

"There it is," Billie licked up Stevie's cock, "That's the spot. Good girl."

Steve made a noise she had only ever heard in porn before. She had never done this with someone else, always alone, burning with mortification and feeling strange. The women she had been with in the past had never...

"I know," Billie pouted prettily, freckles standing out sharply on her pale nose, "Feels like you could just shatter, right?"

Stevie babbled something that might have been yes, a sound that morphed into a choked noise as Billie swallowed Stevie's cock down, her tongue rolling along the head.

Billie looked up at her, crystalline eyes filled with a look that wasn't like pity at all. Stevie groaned, hips jerking.

Billie came off with a pop and Stevie gasped.

"I... I..." Stevie thrashed, "Please... please, please..."

"That's it, you gonna squirt for me?" Billie's lipstick was smeared, no longer perfect.

Stevie babbled hopelessly. Her whole body was thrumming to the rhythm that Billie set with her prostate.

"Can I bite you?" Billie smiled, "Just a taste?"

"Yesyes just p-please..."

"Where should I?" Billie flicked the head of Stevie's cock with her tongue, "Here?"

Heat washed over Stevie. She was unfurling, blooming into something she knew not what.

"Here?" Billie tongued to Stevie's inner thigh, "Yes. I want to watch the prettiest girl cum on my fingers. This is the perfect spot."

Stevie's mouth was open, but she wasn't sure if she was talking, agreeing, or what she was doing. All she was sure of was that she was shattering, breaking into a million pieces. And of Billie, her fangs sinking deep while she watched with those hypnotic eyes. Vampire Barbie, cheeks flushed with blood.

Ribbons of pleasure wrapped around her, tying her in the grip of madness for a moment as her cock jerked, cum splattering across her own chest. It seemed to go on forever, not a single point of pleasure but a death by a thousand pinpricks. She screamed, hips convulsing. Billie muffled a moan into the bite, her other hand gripping Stevie's hip tight enough to bruise.

"You... what about you?" Stevie finally had the presence of mind to say, when her spine finally relaxed into the stone.

Billie just smiled. Stevie guessed she couldn't talk, not with her mouth full. She pulled back, licking the bite lingeringly.

"Came when you did, prettiest," She smiled, "Though you can do whatever you would like to me, I am entirely at your disposal."

There was no pity in her, only desire. She licked her lips, and dragged Stevie into the depths. Stevie curled limply around Billie, her legs tightening around Billie's hips, their spent cocks brushing and sending a shiver down Stevie's spine.

"Good girl. My good girl," Lady Billie whispered.

"You broke your promise," Stevie said dazedly.

Billy just licked at Stevie's lips, "Oops."

PSST @intothedysphoria for when you awaken from your slumber.

[graceful-starker]

Please Just This Once

Summary: The aftermath of Tony accidentally gets roofied by Peter and Peter takes advantage of this situation.

@starkerfestivals’s bingo square: Overwhelmed

(Part 2/2)

Warnings: dubcon mention, manipulation mention, they both get off on it, unsafe sex, dark(ish)!Tony and Peter.

Notes: Trans!Peter, wc = 3533, I'm so sorry this is a day late!! I still suck at endings, but I tried to wrap it up nicely <3

~~~

Tony’s hand glides across to Peter’s cheek, the fingers moving almost lovingly, featherlight and sweet. Peter almost leans into them. 

He’s so confused. He doesn’t understand how he got here, to Tony looking at him like that and not with Peter being thrown out on his ass with hatred in Tony’s eyes. He doesn’t really understand why Tony isn’t angry, or at least hurt by what Peter did. 

Tony’s smile turns sharp, and those fingers drift up to twist meanly in Peter’s hair. Peter cries out, the sharp sting unexpected yet not unwelcome. “I want you to get me hard again. And then, I want you to let me show you how I would choose to fuck you. That’s what I want you to do.”

Peter swallows thickly, nodding quickly despite the tight grip on his hair. He obediently reaches up to wrap his hand around Tony’s cock, ignoring the hiss of overstimulation and stroking it slowly. “Anything you want,” Peter whispers, and regrets it almost immediately based on the way Tony’s eyes glint. 

Tony smiles, showing off far too many teeth, and pulls Peter closer to his cock by the hair. “I want to fuck your throat. I want to take what I want from you, since you took what you wanted from me.” He doesn’t push Peter any further, just keeps him there while his eyes search Peter’s face. 

Tony is playing a game, one where he acts like he wants revenge. But he’s asking for permission at every step, clearly communicating everything he wants to do. It’s such a stark contrast from earlier, when Peter took everything he wanted without asking, when he cried and begged until Tony caved. 

It makes something hot and heavy burn in Peter’s stomach, and he can’t decide if it’s shame or lust. Maybe both. 

Peter doesn’t verbally answer, he just opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, looking up at Tony with wide eyes. If Tony’s cock twitching in his hand is any indication, Tony seems to approve. 

Tony licks his lips, pushing Peter’s hand away and taking himself in his own grip. “Put your hands on my knees and keep them there.” Peter obeys without hesitation, squeezing lightly. “Don’t move them,” Tony threatens, but it’s more of a promise because Peter is pretty sure that’s what he’s supposed to do if he wants Tony to stop.

He doesn’t want Tony to stop. He doesn’t ever want Tony to stop. 

Tony slips the head of his cock into Peter’s waiting mouth, rubbing the head teasingly over Peter’s tongue. Peter whines in the back of his throat, cheeks pink and eyes sliding half closed. Tony's cock head twitches on the tip of Peter’s tongue, so Peter makes the noise again and shuffles impatiently closer on his knees. 

If Peter hadn’t been sure before, he is now; he is undeniably a cock slut. 

Tony hums, twisting his fingers harder in Peter’s hair and forcing his face down. Peter has about half of Tony’s cock in his mouth when the older man stops, keeping Peter still by the hair. He whines again and suckles on what he already has access to, eyes flicking between Tony’s crotch and his eyes pleadingly. 

“Haven’t you already selfishly taken everything you wanted? Isn’t it my turn?” Tony’s eyes glint in a way that makes a spark of fear shoot up Peter’s spine. 

He’s surprised to find he doesn’t find it unpleasant. No; instead it makes Peter’s heart speed up, and it makes him throb between his legs. 

Peter forces himself to relax, to allow Tony to do whatever he wants. Even if all he wants is to stay there and tease Peter forever; Tony is owed it, after all. After what Peter did. 

Tony hums in approval, and slowly starts to move his cock over Peter’s tongue again. This time Peter lets him, just sitting still and letting it happen how Tony wants it to happen. 

Once Tony is sure that Peter isn’t going to try anything again, he slowly pushes his hips up until Peter’s nose is squashed in Tony’s crotch and Peter is choking.

Peter fights the urge to reach up and grab onto his throat, tears forced out of his eyes as he chokes almost violently. He’s never taken a cock so deeply before, usually just using his hand to jerk off whatever doesn’t fit in his mouth. It’s uncomfortable and Peter can’t breathe; but it’s what Tony wants.

Tony waits until Peter calms down before he pulls out, and Peter gulps down hungry lungfuls of air. “Good,” Tony murmurs, and shoves his cock back down Peter’s throat. 

Peter doesn’t even have time to think about the way Tony’s praise makes him feel. 

Peter chokes but stays still, looking up at Tony through thick tears. One falls down his cheek, allowing him to see Tony more clearly, and the hungry look in his eyes. It seems Peter’s tears don’t bother him half as much when he’s causing them on purpose. 

Tony starts a slow pace, pulling out until his hips hit the bed again and only half his cock is in Peter’s mouth, before pushing back up as deep as he can get and forcing choking noises out of Peter. 

Peter whimpers when Tony lets him breathe again, fighting the urges to touch himself and push Tony away both. Fat tears stream down his face, and he has to work hard to keep himself still. 

He does not remove his hands from Tony’s knees. 

Tony eventually speeds up his thrusts, hips pumping off the bed with a force that makes Tony’s grips on Peter’s hair very necessary to keep him in place. 

Peter chokes and gags and sobs loudly, the noises in the room combining to leave Peter absolutely throbbing with want and need. He didn’t think he would be into pain, or not being able to breathe. Maybe he isn’t; maybe he’s just so desperate for Tony that he’s going to enjoy anything the older man wants.  

And oh, is he enjoying it. 

Tony grunts and pulls back again, instead forcing Peter’s face down until he can’t go anymore, his nose squashed uncomfortably. 

Peter squeezes Tony’s knees, but doesn’t let go. He wants this, he wants this so badly, even though it hurts and it’s uncomfortable. Anything Tony gives him, at this point, is more than he ever thought he would get. And Peter wants every last second of it.

Tony fists Peter’s hair harder, physically moving the younger man up and down on his cock. He’s obviously enjoying the sound Peter makes when his tip moves in and out of Peter’s throat, based on the way his head twitches and is steadily leaking pre into Peter’s mouth.

Peter has never felt more wanted in his entire life, and he wouldn’t trade this for the world. 

Tony finally pulls Peter off after what feels like both not enough and far too much time, and Peter gasps desperately for air. His right hand comes up to his throat, coughing and attempting to soothe the ache there, but he squeezes Tony’s knee with his left hand to hopefully show he doesn’t want to stop. 

Peter doesn’t know how he could keep going if Tony stopped now. He has never needed anything as much as he needs Tony right now. He’s never been so turned on, literally dripping down his thighs with the evidence of it. 

Peter is not given much time to recover. Tony lifts him by the hair, the sharp sting mixing with the dull ache in his throat to make Peter just the right side of overwhelmed. Based on the look in Tony’s eye, he has a feeling he’s about to get a lot more overwhelmed. 

It almost looks like Tony is going to kiss him. He wants Tony to kiss him. He wants it more than he wants anything else.  

“I want you on the bed. Hands and knees. Now.” Tony loosens his grip on Peter’s hair, but he doesn’t entirely let go. He’s obviously testing the waters, seeing how Peter feels about the instructions. 

Peter’s earlier behavior is a red hot memory, flaming Peter and making him feel equal parts guilty and turned on by how obviously Tony wants Peter to want this. 

To be fair to Peter, he had also wanted Tony to want it very much. He just wasn’t going to let a little thing like Tony not, in fact, actually wanting it, stop him. 

Peter clambers gracelessly onto the bed, digging the heels of his hands into the bed and spreading his legs so his knees are shoulder width apart. The fact that Tony still has his shirt on didn't bother Peter before, but now that he’s in such a vulnerable position, it adds just that little bit of humiliation to the scene. 

Either Tony doesn’t want to encourage that feeling or he didn't notice Peter had it, because the shirt is on the floor almost the second Peter remembers he still has it on. Tony climbs up the bed so he can kneel behind Peter, grabbing onto his hips and grinding his spit wet cock between Peter’s cheeks. 

Peter makes a desperate noise, cheeks flaming red with a mixture of want, shame, and embarrassment. “Tony,” he whispers, grinding back into the older man’s hips. “Please, I want to be good. I want to do what you want me to do. Please.”

Tony makes an appreciative noise behind him, one hand moving up to roam over Peter's back and the other moving down to push two fingers into Peter’s wet and dripping hole. “I would get a condom, but you’re already dripping with my come from the first round. Seems pointless now.” 

Tony pulls his fingers out and Peter whines loudly, his hole clenching desperately around nothing. The older man leans over him, his entire front pressed into Peter’s back, and the skin on skin contact makes Peter shiver despite the warmth. His lips press into Peter’s ear as he breathes his next words hotly. “Besides, I think you look so gorgeous dripping with my come. I want you fat and full of it, I want to fill you up so much it has nowhere else to go but out and down the back of your thighs.”

Peter whimpers and new tears drip down his cheeks and onto the pillow beneath him. “I want that. I want to look good for you; I want to be good for you.” He pushes back into Tony behind him, trying to rub himself against Tony’s cock. It’s too much; this is all too much stimulation, but Peter doesn’t care. He likes it, he likes the way Tony has so easily pulled Peter apart at the seams and left him a mess. 

Peter whines when the older man pulls back, and Tony slaps Peter’s ass, hard enough to hurt and bruise and not at all teasing like he was earlier. “Yeah? You want to be good for me, now that you’ve gotten everything you’ve wanted?”

Peter whimpers in shame, biting his lip to hold back the pleas he so desperately wants to give Tony. He wants to beg until he’s blue in the face, beg for Tony’s cock inside of his greedy little hole, beg for his come, beg for Tony to do whatever he wants to Peter. 

Peter is sure he has limits and kinks that he would say no to; but he can’t think of anything right at this moment. He sincerely thinks Tony could ask him to do or say anything, and he would. Not only would he do it, he would do it happily. Peter would get off on it. Whatever Tony wants, his own limits be damned. 

Tony slaps Peter’s ass again, his other hand creeping down to stuff two fingers back into Peter. They spread easily, pushing through the come and pointing out wordlessly that Peter is already stretched out and dripping. Peter sobs and pushes his hips back into the fingers, clenching around them to entice Tony for more. “Please, Tony. Please!”

Tony groans softly and pulls his fingers out, again slapping Peter’s ass and turning the skin red from abuse. “Take what I give you, Peter. Don’t beg for more.” The instruction is so clear and easy to follow, but it makes Peter ache and squirm with the need to disobey. 

Peter whimpers softly but doesn’t beg anymore, simply forces his hips to stay still and take whatever Tony wants to give him; however much or little that should be. 

Tony rubs his tip up against Peter’s entrance, making Peter gasp and fight to keep his hips still. He opens his mouth to beg for it, but quickly bites his lip and forces his plea to stay inside. Tony doesn’t want to hear it right now, it won’t help his cause. 

Tony makes an approving noise in the back of his throat, one hand trailing up Peter’s side and feeling the smooth skin there. Peter trembles with it, skin prickling the second Tony’s warm hand skates over and leaves the area. 

He pushes his cock forward, and it slips past Peter’s hole. The younger man gasps and whines as it pushes through his folds and rubs over his clit. “You’re absolutely gagging for it, aren’t you? You want it so bad, you want my cock inside of you so badly you can’t stand it. So badly you would just take it from me, no matter what I wanted. Isn’t that right, baby?” 

Peter flushes with shame, but nods in agreement. He should be ashamed of himself, but right now he doesn’t, can’t care. All he wants is Tony, and he doesn’t care what Tony gives him. He doesn’t care about how he gets what he wants, as long as he gets it. He’s so overwhelmed with want and sensation, he can’t think about anything other than being good. 

“Dirty little slut,” Tony whispers, dragging his cock back again before pushing his tip into Peter’s hole and keeping it there. He teases Peter, just moving the tip in and out of Peter’s entrance slowly and deliberately. “Fuck, Peter, you’re still so tight.”

Peter whimpers and brings one hand up to cover his mouth, trying to stifle his noises. He didn’t know it would be possible, but Tony feels even better inside of him at this angle than he did before. His cock is so wide and big, and even the tip is stretching Peter so much. He wants more, wants Tony to absolutely ruin him. Peter wants Tony to fuck him so well that he can’t even imagine anything else inside of him. 

Tony pushes down between Peter’s shoulder blades, and Peter’s arm gives out easily. His face hits the pillows, and he grinds his face into it for comfort. “Please,” Peter whispers, not sure if he hopes Tony hears it or not. He grips the sheets under his fingers and twists, trying to find anything to help ground him. 

Tony slowly pushes into Peter, as deep as he can go, until his balls hit Peter’s pubic bone gently. He ignores Peter’s plea, grinding as deep as he can and enjoying the way Peter cries and squirms in overstimulation. 

Peter sobs and clenches, biting at the pillow in a useless attempt to control the feelings inside of him. Tony is so deep inside it almost hurts, especially the way he keeps grinding deeper despite there being nowhere else to go. His cock pushes against Peter’s spot, rubbing against it without paying it any special attention. His balls rub lightly against Peter’s clit, just enough to tease and not enough to get Peter off. 

Peter feels so close to the edge that a change in the wind could push him over; it’s too much and not enough and Peter aches. 

Tony pinches Peter’s thigh roughly, in the spot where Peter’s ass meets his thigh, and hums at the way Peter sobs and squirms. It’s just enough to bring Peter back into his body, but not enough to help Peter calm down. “Did you mean it, Peter?” he asks, voice low and gravelly. 

Peter grinds his face into the pillow, and almost just agrees without thinking about it. Tony pushes harder on Peter’s back, making Peter’s chest rub roughly against the sheets. “What?” Peter sobs, his thighs shaking with the effort of keeping still. Tony pulls out until just his tip is still inside Peter’s folds, and then slams back in roughly. Peter cries out loudly, all thoughts fucked right out of his head. 

Tony tsks softly, and the disapproving noise almost breaks the younger man. “Did you mean it, when you said you would do anything to have me? That you wanted me more than anything?” He pulls out and pushes back in harshly, dragging Peter across the sheets and punching a desperate noise out of him. 

Did Peter say that out loud? Does it even matter any more? Even if he hadn’t said it, it’s obviously true by the way Peter is acting. “Yes!,” Peter cries, rubbing his face into the pillow, wet with his tears. “Please, anything you want. I need you, I want you so bad!”

Tony slaps Peter’s ass and is rewarded by the instinctual clenching of Peter’s body. “Then you can take it, can’t you? You can take anything I want to give you, because you want me that badly. You would let me do anything to you right now.” Some of those words were questions, but the way Tony says it doesn’t sound like a question. It sounds like a statement of fact, like Tony couldn't possibly be wrong. 

He isn’t wrong. Peter would let Tony do anything to him right now, no matter how much it hurt.

“Yes!” Peter cries, gasping as Tony picks up the pace and starts fucking the air straight out of Peter’s lungs. “Anything you want, Tony, anything!”

Tony starts to fuck Peter so fast and so hard that Peter’s mind goes completely blank, and his ass cheeks clap loudly against Tony’s thighs. He thinks he might be sobbing, but he doesn’t even care. He doesn’t want Tony to stop; he wants for Tony to never stop. 

Tony’s head rubs past that spot inside of him without even trying, and his balls slap into Peter’s clit hard enough to feel good and not hard enough to hurt, and the hand on Peter’s ass is as hot as a brand and the hand on his back is bruising and the sheets rub against his nipples and he can’t really breathe and-

And Peter has never felt such pleasure in his entire life. 

Peter cries out as he starts to orgasm, clenching and squirting around Tony’s cock. He can’t think or hear or feel anything; his entire world whites out with pleasure. He doesn’t even get to feel Toy filling him up again, doesn’t get to experience the bliss that is Tony’s orgasm due to Peter’s body. He’s so overwhelmed with the feelings that his mind takes mercy on him and dulls everything else.

He comes to a few minutes later, and Tony is still inside of him, petting Peter’s hip softly with one hand and his inner thigh with the other. “...didn’t even need me to touch you, did you? You just came from my cock inside you by itself, that’s all you needed.” His words would be embarrassing and make Peter feel self conscious, if they weren’t spoken with such awe and desire. 

“Tony?” he asks softly, his hole spasming around Tony with an aftershock of his orgasm. Tony groans and pulls out, and Peter gasps as he feels Tony’s spend also start to slowly slide out of him. 

“I’m here,” Tony promises, moving both hands to Peter’s thighs. He spreads them further, his thumbs pulling apart Peter’s folds so he can get a better look. Peter whines in embarrassment, cheeks red as he looks up at Tony from over his shoulder. 

Tony laughs darkly, pushing his thumb into the mess and causing Peter to clench around it. He pulls it back out and his eyes track the glob of come that spill out and slides down Peter’s thigh. 

“I’m here,” Tony repeats, moving up the bed and laying down beside the younger man, pulling Peter into his arms happily. Peter chooses not to look a gift horse in the mouth and nuzzles under Tony’s chin, allowing himself to settle happily into Tony’s embrace. 

They stay like that for several moments, before Tony sighs and kisses the top of Peter’s hair. “Do you actually want to be mine?” Tony whispers, hugging Peter more tightly to his chest. “Did you mean it?”

Peter nods without hesitation, before Tony is even done with his sentence. “Yes, Tony. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.”

Tony hums softly, running his fingers along Peter’s arm. “Good,” he says, voice soft and deep. “Because I want you to be mine too.”

Peter melts into Tony, kissing and nipping softly at every inch of skin he can reach. “Yours,” he promises, and feels Tony’s chest rumble in approval. 

[turvuren]

Whump! Proceed at own risk

Rutile/Yellow whump dump - 50 edition

does contain upsetting things... well... it's whump

gendered

cw kidnapping, transphobia, abuse etc

Rutile coming home from work, tired, expecting to sleep the next week away when a hand covers her mouth and she does sleep... only against her will, waking up in a dark basement but with all the necessities she could ask for. A mattress, slightly dirty but comfortable enough to sleep on, a filled food bowl, water bowl. She looks up to see her captor; Yellow.

Yellow is Rutile's ex and first time. When he finds out she gets together with Padparadscha, his jealousy bubbles up over the surface and he feels the need to steal her for his own.

Yellow holding Padparadscha captive, and proposes a deal. His release, for her hand in marriage.

Rutile is blackmailed to bang Yellow.

Rutile forgets everything about the outside world, the only human contact she has being Yellow.

Yellow blinds Rutile and keeps her under his care.

Rutile is still not over Padparadscha, in grief and terror that his murderer would come for her next. Her worries end up coming true; a knock on her door and a peep through the crack in the window revealing Yellow.

Rutile is held at gunpoint.

For every time Rutile tries to escape, Yellow rewards her with one sawed limb.

Rutile loves Yellow, but whether that's her or the persona she maintains so he wouldn't keep hurting her, no one knows.

Yellow is Rutile's willing experiment.

Yellow is Rutile's UNwilling experiment.

Yellow agrees to date Rutile to make Padparadscha jealous, but ends up regretting that decision not even a day later.

Rutile skips her medication and has a really bad episode, enter Yellow.

Rutile is a deadbeat partner.

Rutile always comes home late, much to Yellow's dismay. But to keep their marriage the way it is, even though it hangs on a loose thread, Yellow tries to be a good husband and cook dinner and act normal.

Rutile cannot hold her alcohol.

Yellow smashes Rutile's bottles of booze and Rutile smashes his head in.

Rutile drunk drives, almost crashing their car, and Yellow has a mental breakdown.

Yellow wins Rutile in a gamble.

Rutile wins YELLOW in a gamble.

Yellow withholds Rutile's very life saving medication in return for her love.

Yellow lovebombs Rutile.

Yellow smashes Rutile's phone when he sees the collection of Padparadscha pictures in her gallery.

Yellow makes Rutile quit her job so she can spend all day with him.

Yellow drugs Rutile in her sleep.

Rutile lobotomizes Yellow.

Alternatively, Rutile lobotomizes Padparadscha, and Yellow finds out. Yellow threatens to rat her out and Rutile snaps.

Yellow kidnaps Rutile on her way to school.

Rutile kidnaps Yellow on his way to a retirement home 💀

Rutile bumps into Yellow in the hallway and the contents of his bag spill out. She immediately tries to help collect everything, only to see that they're all photos of her taken in... weird circumstances.

Yellow is Rutile's patient. Rutile takes advantage of her position.

Yellow is a creep. Rutile is a victim.

Yellow is a bigot. He's dating Rutile, who is a closeted trans man. He finds the chest binders and Rutile's search history.

Yellow sees his past partners in Rutile and never sees her as her own person.

When they're having sex, Yellow moans his past partner's name.

Alternatively, Rutile moans Padparadscha's name.

Rutile promises to be a better partner but lies again and again.

Rutile stabs Yellow in the eye when he keeps talking.

Rutile runs out of the basement, thinking she's finally free at last, only to find that the house she was kept captive in is in the middle of nowhere, and she doesn't know where she is.

Rutile escapes from Yellow, only to end up getting caught in a bear trap. Her leg bleeding and throbbing, Yellow drags her back.

Yellow brands Rutile's skin with a literal brand - hot burning metal, or freezing cold; depends on you.

Yellow carves his name into Rutile's skin.

Rutile is Yellow's unwilling pet.

Yellow wants to see Rutile break; she's been emotionless since Padparadscha's passing away. So he tries everything, but even as her legs are broken and twisted beyond repair, Rutile doesn't react.

Yellow uses Rutile's childhood as a way to control her.

Yellow ingrains a command in Rutile's head; snapping his fingers makes her react involuntarily, and obey his beck and call.

Yellow is Rutile's Master. Rutile does not want this.

Yellow poisons Rutile's food and withholds treatment/makes her feel worse.

Yellow tampers with Rutile's birth control.

[liquorisce]

So idk if you've touched it since but can you give us a little sneek peak of BYLB as an original work? Like the new characters and things things you plan on/have changed from the version we read?

thank you so much for this question!!

i'm not sure i have a sneak peek that that is good enough to share, because for a long time, despite rewriting nearly 25k words, i couldn't pinpoint what was wrong with it. I thought changing pov might be able to tell the story better, but that was a tool, not the material itself.

thanks to all the reading and writing i have been doing on other projects, i have been thinking about bylb a lot. i think one thing i'll have to do, a kill-your-darlings of sorts, is to cut down a lot of details about other characters, and sometimes whole characters themselves.

the story i really want to tell demands a lot of interiority, and i think i'm way better at it now, but it also makes me understand then, that i cannot devote the same kind of attention or perspective to levi's backstory with petra. to his dynamic with hange. The incident that occurred between Cherry and Hange. I can't just throw them in there like I did last time and expect those things to resolve themselves.

I'll explain it this way. In my first draft that's up on ao3, I'm trying to talk about:

Levi, Hange, Levi's late wife and their relationship to the sex work industry. All of their relationships are different and filled with different types of pain. Levi was a cop that fell in love with a sex worker who became his CI, and then got caught and murdered for it. Hange is a trans character who wants to undergo a sex change surgery and is trying to save up for it, but at the same time they want to invest in creating a better environment for the girls who end up in similar situations. With Cherry we see a situation where Hange feels like they have failed in that endeavour, because Cherry refused to follow the boundaries laid out by Hange, and ended up being abused at the hands of a customer who claimed to love Cherry.

Mikasa on the other hand is trying to reclaim the ownership of her body by making it work. quite literally. she's been mothered by hange, fathered by levi, and this industry whilst dangerous, has been a playground of exploration for her. because she's been so protected, she doesn't consider the aspects of it that she doesn't want to. she's a good dancer, and she's proud of it. she wants to get a kick out of turning men on, so she does. But where Levi and Hange feel like shit for exposing her to this industry, she is trying to assert a "Why can't I do this if i feel safe and free?" kind of attitude.

Mikasa's sexuality: Mikasa is somewhere on the ace spectrum, demi i guess. she's felt broken for so long because her body doesn't experience desire the same way as others, but she's grown up knowing that her body elicits desire in others. and she's tried to push and prod and poke at that sensation until it's sore. Now for whatever reason, she finds it in the arms of a man who is supposed to be off limits to her. She is willing to disregard these limits, but this man is hot one minute, cold the next, hung up over an ex, and mostly unreliable.

Eren's backstory and divorce: Obviously Eren comes into the story with a really key perspective, the opening scene is about him and his friends, and his inner turmoil. What I was trying to do was write a man on the precipice of change. Here you have a man who thought he was doing all the right things in life, and suddenly he's found out it doesn't work. What is a moral choice anymore? He isn't so sure. What am I doing with a stripper? Why am I getting a divorce? How am I in love with someone else when I promised to be with my wife forever? Why do I feel like a different person when I am with this mysterious girl? etc.

Historia's sexuality and cheating: I obviously have sympathy for her, the way I wrote her into the story. She married her best friend but fell in love with a woman much later, something that she never expected would happen to her. This is not something she has an understanding of, herself. She has a controlling father whom she genuinely fears for, and is still very fond of her husband. So even though she wants to leave him, she is scared to leave him behind. He's one of the few people in her life who has been good to her, after all.

I have 2 choices to make here,

1) either I write a dual pov story from Eren and Mikasa's perspective, in which case I would really massively cut down point 1, and just briefly mention point 5 and change Mikasa's back story because there is so much to unpack in the dynamic itself, OR

2) I would keep the story from Mikasa POV and try to tackle all the above whilst featuring Eren as just a love interest. you know what i mean?

I THINK i am leaning towards the former, but this is a thing that keeps me spinning every three business days. Ultimately I am also conscious of "writing what I know" and the idea that I could be making an offensive commentary on sex work does scare me. On the other hand, I love romance and writing about Eren unravelling feels so compelling to me.

Regarding character changes: I like the character I have fleshed out for Mikasa. where I lean into her wistfulness, devotion and submissiveness in other fics, here I wanted to explore her pride and obstinacy, and desire to fight. So I like the character that I have here. In an original, I would call her M, and have her whisper her name to her lover, and the audience would not know it until the very end.

One thing I have toyed with seriously, is making M an onlyfans persona who breaks a lot of rules for a man who says he's never done this before, and kind of taunts her by asking what's so special about her. this is what i would do if i choose to option 1 as I explained above, because then I can just really make this an obsessive love story that takes place in the shadows. And I can still touch upon points 2, 3 and 4 in proper detail! If I got this route, I picture M's persona to have pink wig and a pole installed in her room. I wonder if she would be a rich girl. We'll have to see lol.

Eren on the other hand... oh boy. I just would not know what to name him. I have grown attached to the name 'Mr Jaeger' and it kinda sounds sexy, idk what else to say lol. Also while writing original fic, I also feel somewhat of a fraud writing names of people that are so far removed from the names and cultures that I know intimately. I've toyed with the idea of making the MMC an indian man, because I can then relate to the cultural obligations family thrusts on you especially in a marriage. i think i just need to give myself permission to do this, and a lot of things will fall into place, because here then is an archetype of man that i know LOL.

I think the real thing is nailing down what questions I am trying to answer in this story, and i'm still not a 100% sure. However, writing this post was super fun and helpful because it also lays out very clearly what I need to think about and write about. All I know for sure is that I will write it eventually, and it will have a positive ending. thanks again for this ask!

[ink-flavored]

Kinktober2023 Day 17: Nipple Play

banner art by @/auroblaze

Play Date contains: coming untouched, light bondage, strap-on, anal sex, cis/trans, angel/demon dysphoria warning: Pride is a trans man whose genitals are described with the following terms: cunt, clit. Please use discretion if these words will trigger any dysphoria. Kinktober2023 Prompt List & Neocities Page Tips are appreciated!

Pride got home and skipped into the living room, a tiny shopping bag dangling from his fingers. He found Justice sitting on the couch, reading a book with his fake glasses on. There was no time for that.

“Jus-tice,” he sang. He slipped the book out of his hands and set it aside. Justice sputtered a protest, trying to grab it back, but Pride replaced it by sitting in his lap. “I’m home.”

“Yes,” Justice said, laughing tiredly, “I can see tha—mmg?”

Pride interrupted him with a kiss. It was far deeper than any standard “welcome home” greeting, but he couldn’t help it. He pushed Justice’s fake glasses up his forehead and devoured him, pressing forward into his chest. Confused, all Justice could do was return it, mouthing back at his lips. Pride popped off as soon as he’d begun, grinning fiercely.

“Wh-why?” Justice stammered, catching his breath.

“I bought something for you,” Pride said. He jiggled the little shopping bag around.

“Thank you, that’s so sweet of you.”

“I know.” He tossed the bag aside. “I’m so sweet, I already put it on.”

Pride peeled his shirt off and watched Justice go from baffled to stunned in real time. “Oh,” he said, eyes transfixed on the new jewelry dangling from Pride’s chest.

Two golden barbells sat snug against his nipples, with a long, thin chain connecting them in an arc. It jostled against his skin when he wiggled around to show it off. The tiny round ends caught the light of Justice’s halo, winking at him. Pride could sit here all day, but he wouldn’t.

“You can touch,” he purred, sliding Justice’s hands up his body.

Justice glanced at him, shocked and hopeful, then back down. Cautious fingers brushed over the barbells. He traced the golden chain to the other side, brushing a thumb over the nipple. Pride sighed hotly, not-so-secretly excited for this. When he saw this set on display, he knew he needed it—he and Justice both. It felt so nice to be proven right.

“They’re beautiful,” Justice said, forced to catch his breath again.

“They’re for you,” Pride said. He leaned in to kiss his cheek. “I know how much you like when I dress up your favorite toys.”

Justice shuddered and lust wafted onto his tongue, flowery and sweet. Pride kissed a short line to his mouth, picking up the kiss right where they left off. This time, Justice joined him eagerly, with an added twist—literally.

He rolled barbells and Pride groaned into his mouth. The snug metal bar pressed into his soft nipples, quickly hardening under the attention. Justice gave each one a gentle twist, holding them in place. Pride whined for more, urging him on with a deeper kiss.

Emboldened, Justice pinched and rubbed and flicked his stiff nipples. He gave Pride a dizzying amount of attention all at once, drawing out soft moans with every turn. Hot sparks chased each other up his nerves, all stemming from his chest and the restless fingers there. Pride pushed into his hands, chain jostling against him.

Seizing an opportunity, Justice twisted his fingers in the chain and tugged it. Pride moaned into his face, fully breaking the kiss. He pulled the chain down and pushed a nipple up against the force of it, flicking it over and over with his thumb. Whining so brokenly he was almost embarrassed, Pride rocked in his lap, more than a little wet now.

”A-are you trying to make me come like this?” he breathed.

“Not on purpose,” Justice promised, “but I guess it wouldn’t be too hard.”

Pride stopped moving. He made Justice put his arms down. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing? I’ve just noticed that when we start foreplay here”—he passed over a nipple gently—"you tend to finish a little faster.”

“Um, need I remind you that I gave you the first orgasm of your entire life?”

“Because it means that you come for me every time I do this.” Pride pressed his mouth close to his ear. “Are you gonna come, Justice? Are you gonna be a good boy and come?” The soft flavor lust instantly spiked, and Pride felt something else spike underneath him.

“What does that have to do with anything I said?”

“Th-that’s different,” Justice stuttered, trying to regain his composure. “You only do that when we’re in the middle of sex.”

“So your magical orgasm techniques count, but mine don’t?”

“I’m not saying it’s magic—I’m just saying it wouldn’t be too hard to make you come with only nipple play.”

“Oh, please. As long as you have something up your ass, I don’t even have to touch you.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Is it?”

They stared each other down, eyes narrowed. There was only one way this could be settled.

“Bet,” Pride challenged.

“You’re on,” Justice agreed.

From there, they jumped off the couch and raced to the bedroom. All of foreplay was spent negotiating the terms of the bet, which was perfectly sexy in Pride’s opinion, although Justice did tell him to “shut up about the logistics” while fingering him open. It didn’t matter. What mattered was this was a competition and Pride was going to win.

He ended up on his back, harness fitted with a dildo, and his arms cuffed to the bedframe to make sure he truly couldn’t touch Justice. On top, Justice rode the strap-on to give himself plenty of access to Pride’s chest, golden jewelry tugged and twisted under his fingers. This sex was strictly business, only drawing out moans and gasps as a formality.

It was the only time that Pride was determined not to orgasm. He gnawed his lip, trying to ignore his aching wet cunt, and the pleasure zapping his nerves from the hot pinches and flicks Justice gave his nipples. Pride drove all his energy and focus into thrusting, snapping his hips against Justice ass.

Justice rocked on his strap, keeping a cleaner composure than Pride thought was possible. Channeling centuries of serving in God’s army, Justice zeroed in on the nipples under his hands, and attacked like it was his sole duty. It was like he filled himself to the hilt because he could, taking every hard thrust Pride gave him with only a grunt in response.

“Have you,” Pride accused, “been faking all your cute moans this whole time?”

“No way,” Justice said, almost laughing. “I’m trying—very hard right now.”

“Wow, that sounds tough.” He bucked again. “Maybe you should relax a little.”

“Not a chance.”

He twisted Pride’s nipples hard, drawing out a long moan. Pride struggled against the leather cuffs, chains clattering against the headboard.

“I think you should relax,” Justice retorted.

“And deprive you of your playthings? Never.”

Pride rolled his hips and must have hit a good spot. Justice’s careful poise cracked, and he moaned pressing his hands flat against Pride’s chest. He jostled around, hoping to make Justice ride him harder. Not having his hands free sucked.

“I can do this all day,” he lied.

“So can I,” Justice panted.

“Yeah, right.” Pride gave him short, little thrusts. “We both know you’re as horny for my fancy new studs as I am.”

Justice puffed, ignoring it. But when he tangled his fingers in the golden chain, his breath got shaky. Pride pushed his hips up harder, driving into his ass, and watching his neglected cock bounce from the effort.

“The whole reason this started,” he continued, “was because you couldn’t stop playing with me.”

A hard pinch knocked the air out of him for a few seconds, Justice fighting back strategically. He rubbed Pride’s nipples in hard circles, pressing them against the barbells. Fingers wrapped in the chain, he tugged it, pulling the puffy red nubs in any direction he pleased.

“F-fuck,” Pride hissed, snapping his hips on instinct. Justice gasped, and he pounced on the opportunity. “See? You just have to have your little toys, don’t you?”

Finally giving in, he bounced on the strap. And not a second too soon—Pride felt his gut tighten and his poor, overworked nipples tingled and stung from pleasure.

“Maybe if you get bored, I can get my clit pierced. Give you something else to play with.”

Justice froze. Lips folded tight together, he clenched every muscle. Between his legs, cum dribbled out of his cock and down his shaft. Pride grinned, triumphant.

“Yeah, you like that?” he teased. “You want a new toy, baby?”

With a whimper, Justice let himself come. He gripped the sheets in his fists and moaned, cock spurting weak strips of cum. When he was done, he pulled himself up off the strap, and collapsed on Pride’s shoulder. Pride basked in it, enjoying his victory.

“I win,” he declared. “So that means th-tha—hah—”

The rest of his sentence got strangled out of him. Justice slinked down and sucked his nipple, fingers toying with the other. Pride was caught between being licked and pinched, a hot tongue flicking the barbell. His body ached and screamed for release, stimulation drawn to a hard peak.

“Fuck you,” Pride gasped as he came, painting his trunks with another pool of wetness.

Justice giggled thickly, kissing a line up his neck. “I win too.”

[calicohyde]

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Hi! I'm Jack. I'm 29 and I use he/him pronouns. I write horror, erotica, and romance. I paint and draw with oils and markers. I make prints and merch, currently to-order and by hand. I read tarot and make tarot decks too. I also make writing and planning videos. I'm a Pisces and I live in the Midwest United States. I'll be using this blog to post about all my creative endeavors, tips and inspiration, and share others' work. Everything is tagged for easy filtering.

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Curse The Messenger adult paranormal horror, sapphic romantic subplot, first novel in a quartet publication goal August 2024

Eddie is a Seer, or someone born to involuntarily prophecize in her dreams. She and her sibling Fred run a private investigation business finding lost things for the witch society that has shunned them both for being clairvoyant. Then secular, or non-witch, Jessica begs them to help her solve a murder that the police have determined never happened despite the gory crime scene.

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Cryptids & Creatures Tarot Deck launch goal January 2024

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