#afab terms

[xx-lemon-drop-xx]

.ೃ꙳࿐𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗- 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖

𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓾𝓼 (𝓣𝔀𝓸 𝓒𝓸𝓬𝓴𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓑𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰)

Warnings: Afab Terms, gn, two dicks, breeding, mentions of a stomach bulge, dirty talking.

Words: 844.

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“I-I can’t!” 

Malleus heard you gasp out in a pleasure mixed whine as he edged his second cock up against your filled cunt. Your legs were thrown up over his shoulders and he’d folded your body into a mating press, nails digging into the skin of your thighs and leaving little crescent shapes in their wake. 

“Of course you can.” He said in a low rumble, large tail twitching and curling on the bed. “Relax, my love.” Malleus told you, leaning down to press sloppy kisses across your chest and neck. His forked tongue flicked out to roll across and collect a bead of sweat that had dribbled down your face. 

“Deep breath.” He commanded you, letting your tiny human fingers wrap around his horns for leverage as he pressed himself deep inside of you, thoroughly stretching you out. Cum dripped out of you past the tight fit and had him shivering. He was going to fill you to the brim. He watched with lusting eyes as your head fell back as he stretched you open on his cocks, mouth forming into that adorable ‘o’ he wanted to smother with his own lips. 

Malleus didn’t let you adjust before rocking his hips like a wild animal, spearing himself back into you repeatedly, his eyebrows furrowing and eyes nearly rolling back at the feeling of your walls clenching tight around his cocks. 

Your moans only egged him on. If the whole of Diasomnia wasn't hearing him lay claim to you like a savage beast then he simply wasn't doing enough. You were his entirely. Your body, soul and mind. He claims it. Just like he was claiming this slutty little pussy of yours. 

Malleus leaned down to wrap his lips around a nipple and suck, tongue flicking around the peak in fast motions as his thrusts settled in a rough rhythm, fucking his previous loads further into your body. 

You could already feel the buzzing of ecstasy ringing through your body and making your toes curl in delight as your walls sucked him in and clamped down around him, making Malleus groan out and his hips stutter as you both fell over the edge at the same time. 

His hand settled down on your stomach, pupils dilating at the feeling of his cocks. He could see the bulge of himself inside of you. And you felt him harden again not even a moment later. 

“My love, I feel your body may just bring me to the brink of insanity.”

He muttered, leaning down to press a firm kiss against your lips and muffle the laugh that reverberated through your body. He saw your eyes crinkle up in delight, smiling up at him and he swore if he didn't have you for the rest of his life he may just wither away right here and now.

“I love you.” It was whispered between the two of you as he slowly began to rock his hips again, filling you back up with his size and stretching you out. His hand pressed down on your belly, feeling his cocks move inside of you with every languid movement of his hips. 

“Do you feel that?” He asked you, angling his hips and thrusting up to rub against that sweet spot that had you gushing around him and moaning out like a whore. “Can you feel my cocks stretching your little pussy open?” 

He said such embarrassing words without a second thought, a grin curving onto his sharp features when you nodded, bobbing your head up and down as he fucked you dumb. Malleus buried his face in your neck, his sharp fangs drawing over your skin as he inhaled your scent, tail wiggling behind him in excitement. 

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand. And then I’ll soothe that poor pussy with my tongue after you can’t walk.” He promised you, watching your head fall back against the pillows at his words and a moan fall from your bruised lips. Arousal sparked through you and your walls pulsed around him.

“Are you close again? Make a mess, my love.” 

Malleus snapped his hips against yours, dragging his cocks along every curve of your walls as his fingers slipped down between the two of you to rub quick circles against your clit. You came again with a shriek of his name.

“M-Malleus!” 

He let out a low growl, “Say it again. Say my name just like that.” Malleus pressed his face into your throat, cocks bobbing inside of you. 

“Malleus.” You groaned out in a heated pant, ending in a moan as he bit down on your collarbone and came inside of you again, his cum jetting out of his tips in spurts. 

Pulling out of you Malleus watched the mixture of his cum and yours flow out of your entrance. Collecting it with his fingers he pressed his fingers back into you, stuffing his cum back into your spent cunt, his tongue trailing over his lips at the sight.

“Don’t waste what I have given you, love.”

[twistedwonderworm]

Hello worm!!

Can i request perhaps smut AFAB with Jade leech and size kink 🫣

Hi!! Sorry this took so long but here you go! I hope you enjoy it!!!

Little Angelfish (TWST NSFW)

Pairing: Jade Leech x AFAB!reader

Warnings: Size kink, afab terms, fingering, dirty talk, overstimulation, rough sex, creampie, degradation

Word count: 918

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It had always occurred to Jade how much larger he was than most other students at NRC, especially in his mer form. It just never really affected him like it was now. Sure, his size intimidated the other students around him, but he was sure he would still be as intimidating even if he was smaller. It was all in his personality after all. Though, now why was he thinking about his height so much?

This was all because of Y/N of course. They had been dating for a while, and every time they spent time together, Jade was reminded about how small they were. It made him feel… powerful. It made his heart race, but he could never do anything about it. Until tonight, that is.

He wasn’t working at the lounge tonight thankfully so he was able to spend some time with his beloved. They were watching a movie in Y/N’s room so that they’d have less chance of Floyd barging in and disturbing them. Though less chance didn’t mean exactly zero so Jade made sure the door was locked before they started.

Y/N was settled between Jade’s legs, their back leaning against his chest. The laptop was resting on the bed in front of them, but the movie was pretty much forgotten by now. Jade was nipping and kissing Y/N’s neck, careful not to break the skin just yet. One of his hands had slipped into Y/N’s shorts, rubbing them through their underwear.

“You’re so tiny in my arms, angelfish~” The eel purred into his lover’s ear, “You’re so tiny, it would be so easy to just snap you in two~” He could feel Y/N getting wetter through their underwear, and he smirked. “Did that really get you excited~? My, my, angelfish~ you’re such a naughty one aren’t you~?”

Y/N squirmed and whimpered, trying to get more friction from his long fingers, “P-please stop teasing me, J-Jade~” They whined when his free arm wrapped around their waist, stopping their movements. “N-not fair~” They mewled.

“Well I didn’t tell you that you could move, did I~?” his sweetly dangerous voice purred into their ear. His long, talented fingers slipped into their underwear and inside his lover, causing them to mewl out and attempt to rock their hips against his fingers. He chuckled again. “So, what should I do with such a disobedient little Angelfish~? Maybe I should leave you alone in this room in this pathetic state~”

The threat had Y/N’s thighs tightening around Jade’s wrist, making the eel chuckle again, “N-no please don’t leave me alone…”

Jade shrugged, “Or maybe I’ll just give you what you want and break you in half~” He rocked his hips against Y/N, letting them feel the bulge that tented the front of his pants. “Do you want me to do that, little slut~?”

Y/N nodded, begging him to do that. It just made Jade growl in their ear, his voice full of desire as he moved them off his lap and letting them lay on the bed. He carefully removed their underwear, fighting the urge to just tear it off of them. No sense in destroying the garment.

Y/N was so small that he could very easily maneuver them into his lap. He thumbed at their clit with one hand, the other fishing out his cock. Y/N shivered as he rubbed the leaking head through their folds, teasing them even more.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, his voice low in their ear.

They nodded, “Yes, I do. P-please fuck me, love~” Jade didn’t need to be asked twice as he placed his hands on their hips and pushing his cock into them. They mewled and gasped, rocking his hips, and he chuckled before gently bouncing them on his lap, his smirk growing bigger every time they moaned loudly. They were so very small that even with them on top, he was still in control. He could just use them as his little toy if he wanted to. However, he kept doing what he was doing, knowing they’d ask him if they wanted him to change anything.

They seemed to enjoy being bounced on his cock like this, as they were lipm against his chest, wanton moans spilling from their pretty, part lips. Jade smirked and turned their head slightly to kiss them deeply. His hips bucked up harder and faster as he pushed his tongue into their mouth, their moans being muffled by the rough kiss. They came undone far quicker than he did, and he smiled as he lifted them off his cock and placed them gently on the bed.

“You’re not done though,” they whined, looking up at him.

The eel smiled down at them and nodded, “You’re right, love. But I’m going to fix that.” He wrapped their legs around his waist and pushed back into his lover again. His pace was even harsher this time as he couldn’t hold himself back, but Y/N didn’t mind. They threw their head back and nearly screamed in ecstasy, their body rocking with their boyfriend’s thrusts. The overstimulation was overwhelming them as Jade leaned over them, caging their body against the bed with his larger one as he nipped lightly at their neck. He didn’t let up on his pace for even a moment as he felt himself getting closer and closer. He finished just as Y/.N came undone once again, the two lovers laying on the bed, panting together as they enjoyed each other’s company.

[darcydarlingdabbles]

🎙️✨ Until the Devil’s Last Dance ✨🎙️ Part 2

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That Old Black Magic by Glen Miller

🎙️ “Oh, I do love a good bit of drama, don’t you? There’s a spell that lingers in the air, my friends. Something intoxicating, a force that binds you, twists you, and refuses to let go. That old black magic is creeping in, and once it has you in its grasp, well, let’s just say... you’ll never be quite the same again.”🎙️

🎶That old black magic has me in its spell 

that old black magic that you weave so well🎵

Alastor's fingers tightened imperceptibly around the stem of his glass as Vox launched into yet another self-aggrandizing anecdote. 

The supper club's jazz quartet provided a soothing counterpoint to the alpha's grating voice, their mellow tones a balm to Alastor's fraying nerves.

"...and that's when I told the network executives, 'Gentlemen, the future of entertainment is television!'" Vox boomed, slapping the table for emphasis.

Alastor's painted-on smile never wavered.

 "How fascinating," he purred, the words tasting like syrup on his tongue—and this omega hated sweets.

If only the fool would shut up long enough for Alastor to excuse himself to the powder room.

He took a delicate sip of the ludicrously colored drink he’d been given. Vox’s good sense to pick The Red Horizon club did not extend to his selection of cocktail, and his personality left much to be desired. 

He didn’t have taste. Just flash with no substance. 

But…The omega agency had certainly matched Alastor with worse prospects.

"Of course, someone in your position couldn't possibly understand the intricacies of my work," Vox continued, oblivious to Alastor's disinterest. 

The omega felt a record scratching inside his brain and his temper flair.

He knew the intricacies of entertaining, and he knew them well. Not that anyone knew him for his work in radio.

The last time he attempted to mention it to Vox, he got offered a job— as the man’s ‘cute little secretary.’

Over his dead body.

"Oh, I'm sure that's true," Alastor murmured to appease the alpha, and keep him talking while the omega rested his chin on his hand. His gaze drifted across the dimly lit room, settling on the now familiar figure at the bar like a reprieve.

The blonde alpha was staring again, golden eyes fixed on Alastor with an intensity that sent an invisible shiver down his spine.

Alastor was no stranger to hungry alpha gazes, but this...this was different. There was a pull there, a black magic he couldn't quite name.

Absently, the omega traced the rim of his glass with one elegant finger. 

The crystal sang softly, a faint counterpoint to his date’s endless droning.

"Are you even listening to me?" Vox snapped, jolting Alastor from his reverie.

"But of course, darling," Alastor lied smoothly. "Please, do go on. I'm simply enthralled by your tales of corporate conquest."

As Vox launched into another self-important story, Alastor's attention drifted once more to the mysterious alpha in the leather jacket. Their eyes met across the crowded room, and Alastor felt a rush of heat that had nothing to do with the little bit of liquor.

🎶Those icy fingers up and down my spine,

The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.🎵

The blonde alpha's golden eyes widened, as if he'd heard the soft chime of Alastor's glass from across the crowded room. 

Ridiculous, of course—the band was in full swing, couples twirling across the dance floor. And yet…those eyes held Alastor captive, warm and earnest in a way that made his breath catch.

A genuine smile tugged at Alastor's lips, unbidden. For a moment, the rest of the world faded away.

🎵That old black magic that you weave so well 🎶

"Ahem." Vox's pointed cough shattered the spell. "I said, don't you agree?"

Alastor blinked, realizing he'd been caught, again. He poured on the charm, leaning in with practiced interest. "Oh absolutely, my dear. Your insight is simply unparalleled."

Vox preened, but his satisfaction was short-lived. He twisted in his seat, following Alastor's previous line of sight. 

The rough-looking alpha quickly averted his gaze, suddenly fascinated by his empty glass.

“"I see.” Turning back, Vox's lips curled in distaste. “Perhaps if you'd chosen a more demure outfit, you wouldn't be drawing such tawdry attention."

“Oh? Whatever could you mean by that Vox?” Alastor's smile didn't waver, though something cold settled in his stomach as he simpered. "Why, I was ever so mindful to dress nicely for our evening out," he purred, voice dripping with honeyed charm. "After all, you were kind enough to share your…opinions on my wardrobe choices with the social worker after our first two dates."

Inwardly, Alastor seethed. 

Such was the lot of an unmated omega in this alpha-dominated world—constantly scrutinized, constantly judged. He smoothed an imaginary wrinkle from his perfectly tailored vest, thinking bitterly of the hoops he'd jumped through to meet Vox's exacting standards.

Before the dark-haired alpha could respond, a waiter rematerialized at their table. "Good evening, gentlemen. Are you ready to order?"

"Ah, yes," Vox said, puffing up importantly. "I'll have the filet mignon, rare, with the truffle reduction." He barely glanced at Alastor before continuing, "And for the omega, perhaps the poached salmon salad? I’m sure you want to be mindful of your figure, after all."

Alastor's smile became brittle, though his voice remained light. "How thoughtful of you, darling." His stomach growled in protest, mourning the loss of a proper meal. 

These arranged dates were half about the food, after all—a way to indulge beyond his usual means.

As the waiter departed, Alastor sipped his drink, thinking longingly of the hearty gumbo he could have made for a fraction of the price of this overpriced lettuce. 

But needs must be met, he supposed. At least the music was decent.

🎵I should stay away, but what can I do?🎵

Alastor's gaze drifted to the new frilly cocktail Vox had ordered for him, a saccharine concoction topped with a plump maraschino cherry. 

A treat, the alpha had said—Alastor would rather a dry red wine. Since he wasn’t allowed his whiskey.

With deliberate grace, he plucked the fruit from his glass, bringing it to his lips. As he did so, his eyes wandered across the room, seeking out the blonde alpha at the bar.

Their eyes locked just as Alastor bit down, the cherry's sweetness popping across his tongue. 

He held the alpha's gleaming gaze…just restraining himself from tying the stem in a knot with his tongue. That would be laying it on a bit thick, wouldn’t it?

🎵Darling, down and down I go, 

round and round I go 🎶

"I must say, your network's latest programming schedule is simply fascinating," Alastor sighed, seamlessly returning his attention to Vox. "Do tell me more about your fall lineup."

Vox preened, oblivious to Alastor's wandering attention. 

"Well, since you asked..." He launched into a detailed monologue about ratings and demographics.

As the waiter set down their meals, Vox paused his vainglorious speech. "I'm glad you're not eating too heavily tonight, dear. I'm quite looking forward to showing you off on the dance floor later." Vox leered.

Alastor suppressed a shudder, imagining Vox's grabby hands pawing at him under the guise of dancing.

 "Oh? How lovely," he lied smoothly. "But surely you were about to tell me about that thrilling new game show concept?"

Vox's eyes lit up, and Alastor settled in for another interminable story, his mind already calculating how long he could delay the inevitable groping on the dance floor.

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As the last morsel of food disappeared from their plates, Alastor dabbed at his lips with his napkin, his mind racing for an excuse to postpone the dreaded dance. 

A flash of inspiration struck, and he turned to Vox with a carefully crafted smile.

"If you'll excuse me for a moment, darling," Alastor cooed, rising gracefully from his seat. "I simply must freshen up"

Vox waved him off. "Don't be too long, sweetheart. I'm eager to…show off my moves."

Oh, Alastor could not begin to explain how he was not Vox’s sweetheart.

Alastor's smile tightened imperceptibly as he glided away from the table, his steps measured and unhurried despite his desire to put distance between himself and his boorish date. 

As he passed the hostess stand, a thought occurred to him.

Pausing, he leaned in conspiratorially to the Peter, the club host. "Pardon me, but I couldn't help but notice the gentleman at the bar. Might you know who he is?"

He might expect the smiling blonde beta’s face to light up with gossip-fueled glee, but instead, it soured. "Oh, him? That's Lucifer. He's a friend of our cook.” Peter leaned close. “I wouldn’t let yourself be tempted—you can judge that apple by its skin.” 

The omega kept from shooting a scowl at the boldness of the beta—this was not the place or the time. 

Though, from here, he could see what Peter meant. The skin of the blonde alpha’s forearms held more ink than the Sunday paper.  

"Lucifer," Alastor murmured, savoring the name on his tongue. A sudden warmth bloomed in his chest, spreading through his veins like liquid fire. 

He'd never felt anything quite like it before.

🎵 I hear your name and I’m aflame.

Aflame with such a burning desire. 🎵

Alastor barely had time to settle back into the plush booth before Vox's meaty hand clamped around his wrist. The alpha's eyes glinted with a possessive hunger that made Alastor's skin crawl.

"Come on, dollface. Time to show you off," Vox growled, yanking the omega to his feet.

Alastor's smile strained as he stumbled after the alpha. "My, aren't we eager?" he quipped, trying to maintain his composure.

Vox's grip tightened as he jerked Alastor close. "You bet I am. Been waiting all night for this."

As the band struck up a lively foxtrot, Alastor found himself desperately trying to find his footing. 

He was an excellent dancer. Being a tall omega meant he often lead others of his designation and female betas while the men and alphas were off to war. 

Alastor could finesse any partner.

But Vox's movements were erratic and forceful, completely at odds with the music's rhythm. Each time Alastor attempted to fall into step, Vox would drag him in another direction.

The oaf wouldn't know rhythm if it bit him in his oversized head. 

The brunette longed to take the lead, to show this buffoon how it was really done. But societal expectations chained him to this farce of a dance.

"Isn't this great?" Vox bellowed, oblivious to Alastor's discomfort. "You're lucky to have such a talented dance partner."

Alastor's smile twisted into something closer to a sneer. "Oh yes," he replied, voice dripping with sarcasm, "I'm positively overwhelmed by your... enthusiasm."

As Vox continued to manhandle him around the floor, Alastor's contempt grew. 

His eyes darted around the room, seeking an escape—or at least a distraction. They landed on the bar, where a pair of golden eyes met his own. 

 🎵The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine🎶

Vox's hand slid lower down his back, yanking Alastor flush against him. 

The omega's nose wrinkled at the alpha's overpowering cologne as Vox's hips ground against him in a vulgar parody of what should be done on a dance floor.

"Now this is more like it," Vox purred, his breath hot on Alastor's ear. "You know, as this is our third date,”

“So it is,” the omega said, hiding the wariness in his tone with a lilting tease.

“So.” Vox blundered over the beat of the music. “ I've got certain…expectations."

Alastor stiffened, his lips holding no hint of a smile. He leaned back, trying to put some distance between them. 

"My dear fellow, I believe there's been a misunderstanding. The matchmaker was quite clear about your preferences for an unmated—"

"Untouched," Vox interrupted, his grin predatory. "And why do you think that is, doll?”

Alastor's eyes widened, his carefully crafted facade cracking.

"I…I beg your pardon?" He stammered, genuinely caught off guard for the first time in years. His mind raced, searching for a way to extricate himself from this increasingly uncomfortable situation without causing a scene. “I’ve no idea what you could possibly be implying.”

“Oh, don’t play like that, a male omega can’t play coy.” Vox huffed, forgetting the pretense of a dance as his pawing hands held Alastor. “I want to be the one to plant the first flag, if you catch my drift."

Alastor pushed against Vox's chest, but barely escaped an inch. "I'm afraid I'm not interested in that sort of…arrangement, sir. Perhaps we should call it a night?"

Vox's grip tightened, his expression darkening. "Not so fast, sweetheart. Do you have any idea how much I spent on dinner? On this whole evening?" He leaned in, alcohol-laced breath hot against Alastor's cheek. "You owe me something for my trouble."

A flicker of genuine anger flashed in Alastor's eyes, quickly masked behind his practiced smile. 

The audacity of this utter buffoon.

"Now, Vox," Alastor said, voice dripping with false sweetness, "I don't recall agreeing to any form of transaction. Surely a gentleman such as yourself—"

His words were cut short as Vox's hand suddenly grabbed his ass. 

Alastor froze, eyes wide with shock and indignation. His mind reeled, searching for a way to salvage the situation without compromising his carefully cultivated image.

Though he longed to show yet another entitled alpha what he was capable of. 

But he hesitated, acutely aware of the eyes upon them, of the delicate social balance he had to maintain. 

For a moment, Alastor found himself truly at a loss, his usual wit and charm failing him in the face of such brazen disrespect.

Just as Alastor's composure threatened to crack, a ringing voice cut through the tension.

 "Pardon me, gentlemen. Might I cut in?"

Before either could respond, a blonde figure slid between them, deftly maneuvering Alastor away from Vox's grasp and into his own. Alastor found himself whisked onto the dance floor, guided by sure hands and twinkling golden eyes.

🎶Cause you’re the lover I have waited for.

The mate that fate had me created for. 🎵

"Lucifer," the alpha introduced himself with a roguish wink. "I hope you don't mind the interruption."

The omega’s relief was palpable, though he masked it with a coy smile. "Not at all," Alastor' sighed gratefully. "Though I’m afraid I must protest when we are caught by my proper date—as a matter of principle."

“Whatever ya need, doll.” Lucifer grinned, falling easily into step with his new partner.

“My name is Alastor.” the taller man  corrected, caution moderating his tone, knowing his history of putting boundaries before alphas and how they reacted.

Lucifer just smiled, and said. “Whatever ya need, Alastor.”

And just like that, this pint-sized alpha earned his first genuine smile of the night as he stole the omega away.

🎵Under that old black magic called love🎵

🎙️ “Care to dance, darlings? Up next, ‘Sway’ by Dean Martin will leave you breathless.” 🎙️

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[ricihh]

My bestie's request for his birthday gift!! (which was yesterday but anyway) A long pwp full of rare pairs and tws so read the tags!!

Rating: E

Fandom: Brawl Stars

Relationship: Ash/Rico, Ash/Fang, Ash/Colt, Ash/Doug, Ash/Buzz, Ash/Surge

Main Tags: Oneshot, Gangbang, PWP, Trans Male Character, Crack Treated Seriously, Double/Triple Penetration

Warnings: Extremely Dubious Consent, Infidelity, Voyeurism, AFAB Terms

Summary: Bachelor Party: A celebration for a soon-to-be groom organized and attended primarily by male friends, often on the night before or in the days leading up to the wedding, and ranging from a formal gathering to a night of drinking and entertainment at a strip joint.

Rico knew from the first moment he announced his wedding to Piper that his friends would go the second way when choosing the type of party, but nothing could ever make him imagine what the main attraction they would choose to entertain their guests would be. 

A live piñata. A (strangely) very hot one.

Maybe it was wrong to fall prey to temptation when you're engaged, but the bachelor party is a promise of one-night-only fun, so where's the sin in trying? 

Other guests had the exactly same thought. 

[tapiocakisses]

BREEDING JJK MEN incl. satoru gojo, nanami kento, choso kamo, + sukuna ryomen

tags – bottom satoru/nanami/choso/sukuna, trans choso (tdick mention), trueform sukuna, no ronouns used for reader, gn reader (can be amab or afab)

warnings – breeding, teasing (sukuna), lactation (sukuna), dirty talk, nipple play (ish), mating press (choso), words "cock" and "dick" used to describe reader's genitalia / strap.

notes – may be a little ooc & kinda rushed on choso's part. sorry. :((

With Satoru, it's a slip of the tongue. It could've come from either of you at this point, but in the high of pleasure, all you two cared about was basking in the ecstasy of each other. You did what any reasonable person would do; you grabbed Satoru's hips and lifted them off the bed, pushing your dick further into him. Satoru kept his locked ankles on the dip of your back, pushing your hips against his some more. If you or him had any sense of clarity right now, you'd be worried about bruising your pelvis from the pressure of the contact. His moans and pleas were loud and desperate. “Please, [name]! Oh, fuck! Right there! Fuck me full! Don't stop! I – I want your cum… breed me, please.” He begged and pleaded until his voice gave out and all he could do was moan and whine. Satoru was always good at begging when he wanted something. The sad puppy eyes, how he slumps against your back when he spoons you, whining incoherently, and peppering kisses to your neck. During sex was different, though. Satoru's eyes glistening from tears, his face and neck flushed a pretty red, plump lips parted, and his back arched off the bed. Each moan and whine had a new pitch that always made these moments sweeter. You press yourself against Satoru and grab his face. "I'll make you a dad, 'toru. You're gonna be so pretty leaking my cum." You whisper, pressing a kiss to his lips. It was sweet and loving. A big contrast from how you were fucking him right now.

Nanami is a different story. He doesn't even know he likes the idea of being bred until it slips out of his mouth. He's always so composed and put together in the beginning of sex. Always a hint of shame in his voice when he starts telling you all his fantasies. He's a more gentle lover and admitting he had such fantasies embarrassed him. It started with you pulling his hair, then choking him with his tie, then fucking him on his car… He liked being subservient. Ready to please you and follow your rules. When a desperate panting of, "Please. Fill me up." escapes your husband's lips, you can't help but comply. Your hips stop for a moment as you shift Nanami's hips so you can plunge into him deeper. You lean over your husband and bring a hand to touch his cheek. “You asking me for a baby? You want me to fill you with cum? Make you a daddy now?” You whisper, a newfound tenderness in your voice. Nanami only nods. The look in his eyes was hazy. He was always like this when he was submissive. Easily falling into a blissful state of contentment. "Yes." Nanami rasps out. You grab his hands, lacing your fingers together, and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Then I'll give you one. Lay back and relax, handsome."

Choso is shy about it. He had brought it up at some point. He surprises you by laying in bed, naked with his legs spread, pussy on display. a shakily written ‘breed’ and an arrow pointing between his legs were on his stomach. It was really a sight to see. Choso always seemed so cautious around the idea of sex. He was always a bit of a pervert, though. This… This seemed like a big jump from where you two were. Not like you were complaining about it. The flushed, hazy expression on his face when you worked him open on your fingers and sunk him onto your cock was always worth it. Pressing Choso's thighs against his abdomen as you pistoned your cock into him was pure bliss. "Mmmph! [Name]! P - Please… Fill me up. I've been good. Wanna be a dad. I wanna be full." He rambled, hands grabbing at the back of your neck, holding you down against his body. Choso loved the intimacy and closeness when you fucked. He loved touching and being touched. "I'll give you whatever you want, Cho." You promised, voice barely above a whisper.

Sukuna is a stubborn bastard. It’s basically in his blood to make things more difficult to test people’s resolve. It isn’t any different with you. No matter what position he's in, he's making demands. Telling you how to fuck him, grabbing you to touch or move just right, sometimes digging his nails into your skin to keep you in place. This time is hardly any different. There was this one thing. You found out a secret of his during sex – Sukuna lactates. It was an accident. You swear it. You grabbed one of his pecs, feeling a little swollen under your touch. It was purely to make a little joke on your part, so you gave it a light squeeze and watched as a small dribble of white liquid - milk - dripped out. You turned to your boyfriend, expecting some kind of harsh reaction, but he looked dazed. Maybe that wasn't the right word, but Sukuna was always hard to read. No words were said as you tried again, watching as more milk dribbled out. “Awh… look at you. Feels good, doesn't it?” You coo at him, slowly brushing your thumb over his leaking nipple, gliding the milk around the sensitive nub. “Maybe I should get you pregnant. This can't be wasted.”  You smirked at Sukuna, watching him break under you with every thrust. “You'd like that, wouldn't you?” He hissed out, head falling back onto the pillows as he attempted to give you a look of hatred. He didn't hate you. He was embarrassed. The problem is that Sukuna's eyes always betray him during sex. His usual pissed-off expression is contradicted by the haze in his eyes and the redness of his face. “well? go on then,” he muttered after a few moments of silence. his legs spread slightly more, letting your dick push deeper into him.

tags – @kentophilia

[trans-axolotl]

my gendered experience growing up as an intersex person was overwhelmingly defined by my responses and resistance to everything that got me labeled as a failure: failure to quickly get a gender assigned at birth, failure to go through a normal puberty and grow up into a woman, failure at meeting the standards for "complete womanhood" because of my intersex sex traits, and yet simultaneously failing to ever be acknowledged as a "real man" and being treated as a threat when I expressed I wanted to transition.

before i realized i was a man and came out as trans, the ways that girlhood was denied to me was very often humiliating and painful. locker rooms filled with other girls were a frequent source of shame. there were many big and small ways that i was told that my intersex body made me insufficient, incomplete, broken. i was forced onto estrogen, forced into shaving my body hair, and was constantly being told to change myself to better fit this mystical idea of a "normal woman." and even though I ultimately ended up becoming a man, the denial of girlhood was painful.

but i think that these things would have been even more difficult to navigate as an intersex girl if on top of everything I already said, i was having to cope with the denial of my girlhood while i was forced into boys locker rooms. if my doctors were forcing me onto testosterone hrt and refusing to even discuss estrogen, if all my legal paperwork had "M" on it and was a logistical nightmare to change, if every support group for my intersex variation labeled it as a "men's support group," if the LGBTQ community spaces i tried to join were misogynistic towards me often to the point of exile, if my self determination as an intersex girl was denied in most spaces of my life, and on and on and on. while listing all these things out i also don't want to make it seem like it's all about suffering and pain--so much of transition for me has been about joy in my self determination and how much it feels like a reclamation of autonomy to decide what I want my body and self to be like--i know this is an experience i share with so many of my trans intersex friends.

as an person who was AFAB, although there were many ways that trying to grow up as an intersex girl were a painful, logistical nightmare, many times and places that i was excluded from woman's spaces, etc. however, there was a simultaneous affirmation that i was right to strive for that in the first place. which is logic rooted in some fucked up compulsory dyadism, but also which would have made some things slightly easier or even possible at all if i had wanted to embrace being an intersex girl within this fucked up system.

pretty much every time i've seen people on tumblr talking about "afab transfems" in an intersex context, people seem happy to collapse these experiences and act like there's no meaningful distinction or point in distinguishing between different types of intersex embodiment. it seems incredibly extractive, to be perfectly honest with you--taking terms already used by a community to make meaning of their experiences and to expand and dilute that term enough that it means something pretty different than the original.

it's making me think about the concept of epistemic injustice, which is a term coined by Miranda Fricker to describe oppression related to knowledge, communication, and making meaning of the world. There's two subtypes of epistemic injustice: testimonial injustice and hermeneutical injustice. Testimonial injustice refers to the dynamic where marginalized people are labeled as not credible, excluded from conversations, and their testimony and knowledge is labeled as unreliable, even when they're the ones who are experts and have first hand experience of what people are talking about. (this is why i probably won't make this post rebloggable--i've noticed this pattern on tumblr many times where trans men speaking about transmisogyny get lots of notes and are given a lot of grace, where trans women are silenced, attacked for not having perfect wording, and otherwise delegitimized.)

the second type is called hermeneutical injustice. it describes how marginalized people are denied the right to make sense of the experiences in their own lives. this can look like preventing people from building community, terminology, a political understanding of themselves, and the interpretive resources needed to process how you live in the world.

this is a form of injustice that I think almost all intersex people are very familiar with--we are denied community and interpretive resources to the point that we're told we don't even exist, that intersex isn't a real word, and so many more examples that leave us isolated and with very few options for understanding what we're collectively experiencing. as an intersex person i really intimately understand how frustrating, confusing, and painful it is to not have words for your experiences, your identity, your life.

so it makes me really sad and pissed off when it seems like intersex people seem to be replicating this exact same type of epistemic injustice towards transfems and specifically towards intersex transfems. pretty much every time recently i see people talking about "afab transfems" they're doing so in a way that seems to deny that trans women even have the right to make sense of their own experiences in the world. there seems to be this mindset that these political frameworks, these interpretive resources that transfems have built up are just up for grabs for anyone. and then on top of that has come with it a lot of cruel, hateful language and direct attacks towards many intersex transfems who are facing so much harassment right now.

an important value to me is this idea of reciprocity as a foundation for solidarity. to me reciprocity means that we're prioritizing the ways we care for each other, we're thinking about how we can uplift each other, and we're watching out for extractive or exploitative patterns where one group is constantly expected to be in "solidarity" with another group without getting the same respect and care back toward them. i think that there could be so many ways that intersex people of all genders could share our overlapping experiences and actually be in true, meaningful solidarity with each other, but i barely ever actually see that happen on tumblr. and that pisses me off, because i do think that there's so much we have in common that we could celebrate and support each other with. i feel so much kinship with so, so many of my trans intersex friends, and ways where i see our lives converge. but i don't think that can happen in an environment where there's no acknowledgment of the ways that our experiences will sometimes (often) differ from each other, and the ways that we have unique needs.

another frustration i've had based on this most recent couple months of transmisogynistic intersex posting on tumblr is how intersex people have been mostly ignoring intersex community resources and devaluing the existing intersex terminology that people created to try to meet our needs. so much of what i've seen people describing on tumblr seems to really line up with the term ipsogender. Ipsogender is a term coined by an intersex sociologist Cary Gabriel Costello, and is used to describe intersex people whose gender matches the gender they were medically assigned at birth, but who might not feel like cis or trans fits them, might experience dysphoria, and who might feel like they've ended up transitioning medically or socially in some ways. this is a word that exists that an intersex person put time into coining because they wanted other intersex people to feel seen, embraced, and have ways of understanding themselves and communicating to others, and that's something that's super meaningful to me! and yet, i've rarely seen anyone reference it, and also seen multiple people making fun of it in other spaces online.

there's also intergender, which is another intersex specific gender term used to describe when your gender is inseparable from your intersex traits, and that your intersex identity is intertwined with your gender identity in some way. some people just identify as intergender, others use it as an adjective and exist as an intergender man or woman. intersex terminology like this is really important to me, especially because we're so often denied the right to make sense of our own experiences.

i think ultimately what i wanted to say with this post is just that when i think about intersex community, some of the most important values of intersex community for me are solidarity, care for each other, and affirming our right to define our own existence. and i don't think that can happen in a community where people are acting in extractive ways, harassing and attacking their fellow community members, and being dismissive of the realities of other intersex people's lives.

[krysmcscience]

The Lamb is malicious in a funny way and the Goat is funny in a malicious way. No, I will not elaborate.

Anyway, everyone give thanks to the Lamb for interrupting what was sure to be a very boring and patronizing PSA from their grouchy cat hubby. Truly, they are doing God's work. Granted, the Lamb canonically is God now, so, uh. Mostly they're just doing their own work.

Speaking of their grouchy cat hubby, yes this is absolutely still Narilamb, Narinder is 100% into his goofy-ass spouse always no matter what and we all know it, he just wasn't expecting his brand new adopted kid to share the same single goofy-ass brain cell as the Lamb. :)

[kaeinvy]

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐃 ! + scara ; genshin

warnings; god scara + worshipper reader, fingering, afab reader + no pronouns used, clit rubbing + pinching, blowjob + handjob, worshipping kink, degradation kink, electro god scara au, public sex + on the throne, riding(?) + rough sex, dick spanking + slipping, grammar mistakes(?)

notes; afab smut again, to be honest, I only did it w/ girls and not with boys, I only know the hand + mouth, plus I had two bfs in my life while I had 4 gfs in my life...

you always had worshipped him, the archon. His beautiful and powerful aura, anyone would be lucky(or not) if he noticed them, and you had that pleasure. Your hands were shaking and your bare legs are trembling, the way he was looking at you. "Go on, my dear worshipper~ if you want me to please your God then go ahead, please me." He says, smirking and you reach out for his proud standing dick, your hands wrap around his dick. You bring another hand up and stroke his hardness with two hands, he was grinning down at you while your hand keeps moving up and down. Your mouth was slightly open, you were filled with excitement, stroking your archon's dick. "Go on, whore. Keep doing that, 'm bet you were wishing and praying to give me an handjob." He chuckles, your face flushes a dark color, you can feel your cunt getting more wet just by pleasing his dick with your hand, that's the affects he has on you. "Mmh...about you suck it? 'm bet you will take very good~" he says, he grabs your head and smears his pre-cum against your bottom lip before you open your mouth. Allowing his dick enter you wetness, your tongue rubs the side of his dick, he controlled your actions. Bobbing your head up and down, he lets his head go back and he closes his eyes, groaning softly. His hand grips hard at your hair, you look up at him through your tears. You gag slightly, still taking his dick in your mouth, he was looking down at you, that just made you enjoy it somemore, controlling you. "don't want to cum yet, 'm want to fill you up, 'm want you to beg for my precious semen, whore." He spins you around, your butt facing him and he grabs your hips, bringing you down, your cunt hovering over his dick, he holds you up. His fingers resting on your folds, before he slips one finger in. "Mgfh!" You let out a muffled moan, his other digit goes in, thrusting two of his fingers in your cunt. His fingers getting squeezed by your pussy, his dick twitches as his thumb goes to your clit, pushing down on it while he continues to finger you. "come on, beg for 'm, darlin'." he whispers, your mouth opens but you close your mouth, you try to talk but only moans escape your mouth. "P-please..." You whined, rubbing against his fingers, he grins and rubs your clit slowly. His thumb going over it, making you mewl and beg for more. "Come on, 'm want you to beg for dick, then 'm will fuck ya, really good." He says, you grip at his throne, his fingers continue to move in you, he leans toward you, whispering in your ear, you open your mouth to beg. "Please... scara, 'm want your dick so badly.." you plead for his dick, he smirks and rubs his dick against your folds, his tip touching your clit. He grabs a hold of his dick and smacks it on your clit, your face darkens and you release a moan. Your eyes focusing on his dick, you lifted yourself up, your wetness hovering over his hardness, you let yourself go on his dick slowly, your wetness clenching around his dick. Scara grips your waist and moves you, he waits for a moment, getting you use to his size. He moves quickly, pushing you down onto his cock, he holds you with one arm and uses his other to play with your clit, rubbing it while he fucks you. His dick hits a spot in you, you yelp and your toes curl, your legs trembling onto of his legs, he doesn't stop thrusting into you. "Your so fucking slutty, but your my slut? Aren't you?" He whispers, your head throws back and your back arches, you clench hard around his dick as you climax, scara follows soon after. His dick pumping into you, some of his semen dripping past. "Go on, whore. Pray for more, that you want more for me"

[xx-lemon-drop-xx]

Hello! This is my first time requesting something! It's fine if you delete it, but could I please request a Rook x insecure reader? Maybe with mirror sex and body worship. Also GN! (AFAB) reader please.

Also could I be 🌹 anon please?

Hey! Of course you can be 🌹anon! I'm so sorry this took so long to come out, I was on a hiatus for a little while; a lot of personal things went down. Anyways, here's your request!

Warnings: gn reader, afab, terms "pussy, clit," Slutty is used once, French words, heavy praise, body worship, insecure reader.

Request: Yes.

Words: 484.

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 "You look beautiful, amour." 

He whispered praise and sweet nothings into your ears all while his hands touched you in such intimate places, cracking open the soft shell of an exterior you put up in a hope to protect yourself. 

Rooks fingers swirled and dipped into your core, his other hand groping your chest and tweaking the nipple in gentle motions until they where peaked. When your head dropped back on his shoulder, eyes fluttering in ecstasy a low rumble reverberated from his chest. 

"Chère, Look here." He guided your head back up to look at yourself in the mirror, legs spread over his thighs and cunt eagerly sucking in his fingers with every dip he allowed them into your sloppy heat. "Magnificent, (Y/n).." He murmured, lips pressing against the inside of your ear. Rook's tongue flicked out, running across the shell of your ear. 

He knew how embarrassing this must've been for you. But he was proud. You'd always been an insecure person. Shamed over your weight, height, the way your facial features accentuated your face, the pudge on your belly. 

Rook saw an angel. 

An Angel bathed in sweet elixir, waiting for every drop to be savored and worshiped. His for the taking. 

And by the seven he was going to take everything. Rook was going to take and take and take until his darling's lovely body could only squirm and writhe under him in pure and unfiltered ecstasy. He was going to break you thoroughly. Until the only thing you could think of was about how his cock was claiming that slutty little hole of yours. He was going to sear his name so far into the depths of your brain it's the only thing you can think of.

Rook felt your walls flexing and clamping down around his fingers and thrusted them faster, his thumb coming up to roll circles around your puffy little clit. His free hand caressed across your body, landing back on your chest to flick a reddened nipple while he had you falling apart on his fingers. It was only when you twitched and tried to wiggle away did he pull out his fingers, dripping with your essence. 

“Merveilleux, you did so well, amour. Vraiment magnifique!”

Your panting gasps were a delight for Rook's ears, his hands rubbing up and down your hips in the meantime, before coming down to circle your dripping pussy. 

“So pretty for me, tell me, do you wish for more?” He pressed a soft kiss against the back of your neck.

[twistedwonderworm]

Can i request AFAB smut monsterfucking with azul ashengrotto in his mer form👀

Sorry this took so long and sorry if it's bad. I got swamped by requests and despite that they're still open. So one of my friends helped by writing this for me with me being the one to edit it. So credit to her.

Mating Season (TWST NSFW)

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x AFAB!reader

Warnings: rough sex, mer sex, afab terms, reader wearing makeup (forgot to edit that out, I'm sorry)

Word count: 1,138

🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙

Y/n was heading to the Octavinelle dorm, to visit their boyfriend Azul. The couple were planning on spending the summer together. When they got there, they looked around and saw both Jade and Floyd standing almost in front of Azul’s office.

“Hey guys, why are you standing in front of the door? Is Azul busy?” they asked the two. Both Jade and Floyd looked at each other before they looked at Y/N.

“Well…Azul is having a week to himself as he has been really stressed.” Floyd said to them to try and get them away, but Y/N was determined to see their boyfriend. They eventually got the two to move so they could get inside. Jade tried to warn them but the human wouldn't listen.

As Y/N opened the door, they noticed that it was dark, and they closed the door. When they did so, they could see a blue light but what got their gears going were the soft moans they heard. It sounded like Azul though his voice sounded a little deeper than normal. Y/N walked forward to find their boyfriend. When they did find him, their face heated up as they flushed upon seeing what Azul was doing.

Azul was laying in a water filled tub that the twins probably brought in for him, jerking off almost desperately… and in his Mer form no less. They had to admit that he was actually quite beautiful in his mer form, sleek and toned. The coloring also quite gorgeous. But they quickly shook their head to get those thoughts out of their head. Unfortunately, it was futile. They could only think about him being inside them. About him making them see stars. However, Azul had noticed that they had walked in, and he stopped his hand. He looked back at their red, flushed face. He couldn’t help but smirk and called them forward with a finger. His aura was different when he didn’t have his glasses on, and his hair was a slight mess.

“Ah angelfish. I see Jade and Floyd let you inside. Well, since you’re here… come on and help me out, will you?” He purred seductively to them.

Y/N could only gulp softly, What have I gotten myself into? they thought before walking over and slowly going to their knees. They took his cock into their hand. It was a lot bigger than they anticipated and was quite odd, as they had assumed it was one of his arms. Nevertheless they aimed to please.

Soon enough Y/N started to suck on his cock, using their tongue to play with the tip. They soon took in more as they felt Azul’s hand grip their hair, which caused them to deep-throat him. They gagged in surprise from the sudden action, almost choking. Normally, Azul would be flushing at their actions, but would stay soft and tender. Instead he was rough and desperate to cum. It didn't take long before Y/N felt him twitch in their mouth, and they were pulled off.

He scooped them up and moved them to his desk on their back. While they were still being surprised at how easily he was able to do so, there octomer divested them of their bottoms and underwear. His extra arms wrapped around their thighs, keeping them open as he leaned down and attacked their clit with hard sucks and licks. Because of Azul’s heat he was unable to stop even if they begged him to. Though he knew he would at least try even though they tasted so divine. Once he felt they were wet enough, he pulled away with a pop and smirked.

“Oh, don’t worry, angelfish. I’ll give you what you want…if you beg for it.” He said with a chuckle. Y/N could only blink as they whined trying to move their hips but the tight grip of his tentacles were tight. They wanted him to continue but they didn’t want to beg either. Soon they let out a small yelp as one of his free tentacles smacked their clit. They looked at him just to see that damn smug look. The one they both loved and hated. They bit their lower lip and whined again.

“P-please Azul, please taste your prey.” They begged and boy, did Azul deliver. As he ate them out, he could hear them cry out his name over and over again, getting higher each time. Before long they soon could feel the knot tighten then snap as they climaxed on his tongue.

Azul soon pulled away, licking his lips as he moved up and aligned himself before he thrusted all the way in. This wasn’t the first time they had sex, but it was the first time they did it during his heat and in his Mer form. But even if he was in a lust driven haze, he still allowed them to adjust to his size. His tentacle was slick and smooth inside of them, twitching inside them every now and then. Once they gave the okay, they would soon find out why the eels tried to keep them away.

They were moaning loudly as Azul pounded into them, and he could only laugh at their state. Their hair messed up and over their eyes. The lipstick they wore was smeared and the eyeliner streaked down their cheeks from the tears that fell while Azul was giving them great oral.

What they didn’t know was that Azul was on the last day of his heat as it was the strongest. They soon looked at Azul with pleading eyes as their climax was taken away twice now. They could feel that he was close, and so were they. Soon enough azul’s tentacles moved to action as two touched their chest and nipples while another rubbed their clit at a quick pace that sent them spiraling into a hard orgasm. They screamed out his name and almost passed out from pleasure as their body tensed up. When Azul felt them orgasm, clenching around him and trying to milk his cock, he soon followed. He slammed in one more time before he orgasmed himself, pumping them full of cum. He panted and held them close as he shifted back into his human form. When he was back in human form, he sat down in his desk chair, his legs being too wobbly to stand. Soon Azul chuckled and helped them get cleaned up and smiled.

“Are you alright dear? Did I go too rough on you?” he asked them with a knowing smile. All they could do was nod and smile softly. Even if he was rough they knew the next time he had his mating season they were definitely helping him. Afterall, Mer people couldn’t get humans pregnant…or could they?

[darcydarlingdabbles]

🎙️✨ Until the Devil’s Last Dance ✨🎙️ Part 6

🍒 On Ao3☕Read on Ream☕On Tumblr 🍒

Strangers in the Night by Frank Sinatra

🎙️“Ah, two souls crossing paths under the cover of night, unaware of the impact they’ll have on one another. Isn’t it just delightful? Strangers they may be for now, but as the night unfolds... well, who’s to say what will remain come dawn? Perhaps these strangers are destined for something far greater than they could ever imagine.”🎙️

🎶Strangers in the night exchanging glances

Wondering in the night

What were the chances we’d be sharing love

Before the night was through🎵

Lucifer sank into the plush sofa, his heart racing as he tried to settle with his raging alpha instincts. 

The distant patter of the shower filtered through the walls of Alastor’s tiny apartment, a soothing rhythm that belied the hullabaloo in his mind. He ran a hand through his blonde hair, exhaling slowly.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, closing his eyes. 

The image of Alastor's flushed face and parted lips as he came, so pretty and so desperate, flashed behind his eyelids. The omega's scent still lingered in the air, a heady mix of black coffee and something uniquely Alastor that made Lucifer's mouth water.

He wanted more. Fuck. He wanted so much more.

He’d spend every second of the night easing his way past every ounce of composure that Alastor had. Drawing those sweet little sounds and sweeter slick from him until dawn came–

But the omega was, understandably, overwhelmed. And the smell of his distress had mired the sweetness of his scent.

The alpha wanted to soothe him. To ease it all away whichever way Alastor would let him—but when he said he needed a moment, Lucifer let him go.

Now the alpha was left restless, practically itching, trying to ignore the persistent ache between his legs. 

"Get it together," he chided himself. "You did the right thing."

But had he?

 The memory of Alastor's offer, those hazel eyes dark with desire, how pretty he’d look sucking Lucifer’s cock between those pretty pink lips of his. He wanted nothing more than to march into that bathroom and—

No. Nope. Ease off that throttle.

Lucifer clenched his fists, forcing the thought away. Alastor deserved better than to be used for some cheap thrill, even if he was the one offering it. He’d been through too much with shitty alphas like that bastard date of his. 

Lucifer was not going to be like the alphas that had used Alastor. He wanted to be more than that, to treat Alastor better than that. To be more to him—

🎶Something in my heart

Told me I must have you🎵

The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. Warmth bloomed in his chest, a feeling so foreign yet achingly familiar. 

Lucifer chuckled softly, shaking his head. It wasn’t this alpha’s first go around. He knew what it was like to fall in love, and he knew what it was like to fall apart. 

But, damn, falling felt so fucking good. 

"You're in deep, old boy," Lucifer murmured, chuckling at the old fool that he was. 

 But as he settled back into the sofa, listening to the quiet rustling from behind Alastor's closed door, Lucifer couldn't bring himself to regret a single moment that had led him here.

Alastor trusted him enough to stay the night, and Lucifer never wanted to leave.

The shower shut off abruptly, snapping Lucifer from his thoughts. He sat up straighter, grabbing his rumpled shirt to tug it back on. A smile tugged at his lips despite his inner conflict.

🎶Something in your eyes was so inviting

Something in your smile was so exciting🎶

The bedroom door creaked open, and the alpha’s breath caught in his throat. 

Alastor emerged, a vision in black silk pajamas that clung to his lissome frame. His damp hair fell in tousled curls around his face, softening his usually sharp features. 

Alastor's lips curved into a smile as he caught Lucifer's gaze. "Enjoying the view?" he teased, voice rich with amusement.

The alpha dithered—the shampoo and soap from the recent shower filling his nose.

The thing with Alastor, that Lucifer had learned very quickly, was that the omega was an expert in charm. Beyond that, he was practically a magician with it. 

Each movement carefully coordinated, each word artfully chosen, and every expression flawlessly executed. 

Lucifer had seen it from a distance as he watched the disastrous date, only catching glimpses of what Alastor was really thinking when the omega knew Vox wasn’t looking. 

It was a completely different experience being the center of Alastor’s magnetism. The omega made it seem like an honor to have his full attention. 

On the dance floor, Lucifer had no idea if he was enchanting the omega or pissing him off. That smile of his always stayed perfectly in place. 

"I'd be lying if I said no," Lucifer admitted, deciding to go the blunt route as he drank in the sight before him. Hoping he wasn’t leering.

The only reason Lucifer had caught on to Alastor’s discomfort on the sofa was because he was pressed so close that every breath was saturated in the omega’s scent. 

In the tiny confines of this apartment, there was nowhere for his smell to escape. Lucifer caught every citrus spike of anxiety, the stink of desperation, and the way his fear soured the rich coffee smell of Alastor’s arousal. 

And now, Lucifer had none of those advantages as Alastor fixed him with a grin and sang, “Flattery will get you everywhere, darling.”

 The alpha swallowed at a knot of yearning clogging his throat. 

As Alastor stepped closer, his glasses slipped down his nose. He reached up to push them back into place, the simple gesture inexplicably endearing. Lucifer's heart skipped a beat.

🎵 Strangers in the night

Two lonely people, we were strangers in the night

Up to the moment 🎵

"Well," Lucifer said, clearing his throat, "I suppose I should say goodnight." He stood, stretching languidly to highlight. "Thank you again for letting me stay."

Alastor's eyebrow quirked upward. "Relegated to that tiny couch? My dear, you may be of short stature, but even that's pushing it."

Before Lucifer could snark a response, Alastor pushed open the bedroom door wider, leaning against the frame with a casual grace that made the blonde’s mouth go dry.

“Uh, Al.” Lucifer asked, pulse quickening.”What, kinda tap-dance are we doing here?”

Alastor's smile widened, a hint of impishness in his eyes. "I'm not tap-dancing–I’m simply offering you more suitable sleeping arrangements."

Everything in Lucifer wanted to jump at the overture. Climbing into bed with the gorgeous omega, laying him out across blankets, tangled with him in the sheets…hearing the way he would sigh the alpha’s name. 

Lucifer took a hesitant step toward Alastor, encouraged by the quirk up of his lips. And confounded by it all the same. 

 "Alastor, are we…talking sleeping here…or?" he asked, voice slightly hoarse, barely holding back the want.

“I’m simply saying that it’s more comfortable than the sofa.” Alastor didn't bother hiding his eye roll. “Whatever else would we be sharing a bed for?”

Okay, that was distinctly not an answer.

  But he just couldn’t tell if the omega was just playing coy because he thought he had to. Because the world told him he wasn’t allowed to just say what he wanted.

Lucifer inched closer, drawn to the omega like a moth to a flame. 

The silk of Alastor's pajamas shimmered in the low light, accentuating every curve. Lucifer swallowed hard, fighting to keep his composure.

"Are you sure?" he asked, searching Alastor's face. "You're not worried—"

"Worried you'll steal my virtue in the night?" Alastor interrupted, a teasing twang to his voice. His eyes sparkled behind his glasses. “No, I’m not.” 

Alastor trusted him.

And that was a heady feeling. To be trusted by an omega that had built so many intricate walls around himself.

Lucifer would be happy to spend the night next to him, surrounded by his scent. 

“I wouldn’t try anything, I promise,” Lucifer said, because he felt he had to. He had to be forthright about it. Even if the omega rolled his eyes. 

But, Alastor didn’t. 

His lips lifted into a half smile, his gaze gone soft. "I trust you to keep your hands to yourself, Lucifer," he said, his voice a low, reassuring purr. "Now, come to bed. It's getting late."

🎵Little did we know

Love was just a glance away

A warm embracing dance away,🎶

The omega's words sent a shiver down Lucifer's spine. He nodded, unable to resist the pull any longer. 

With tentative steps, he followed Alastor into the bedroom, listening as the brunette shut the door behind them, his heart pounding in a staccato rhythm.

He was acutely aware of Alastor’s every move, wondering if he was imagining the tension spiking through the air—or if it was all one sided. 

Across the room, the omega moved with quiet grace.

 He plucked his glasses from his face, folding them carefully before placing them on the nightstand. The simple domestic gesture made the alpha’s chest tighten with an unfamiliar ache.

The intimacy of the moment overwhelmed him, filling him with a warmth that had nothing to do with physical desire.

"I'll just…" Lucifer mumbled, fumbling with the button of his jeans. He slid them off, acutely aware of Alastor's eyes on him–willing his body to just…behave. Just for the night.

The cool air hit his bare legs, and he tugged self-consciously at the hem of his tight white shirt.

 He could handle this. Sleeping next to a gorgeous omega—who’d been squirming in his lap not too long ago. 

No. Nope. Hit the brakes.

As they slid beneath the covers, that unspoken anticipation crackled between them. 

Lucifer's skin tingled with awareness, hyper-conscious of every slight movement Alastor made. The sheets rustled softly as they settled, and Lucifer held his breath.

"Are you alright?" Alastor's voice was low, tinged with amusement at the reversal, no doubt.

Lucifer exhaled shakily. "Yeah, I'm fine."

“Very convincing,” Alastor chuckled softly, and the alpha laughed. Scrubbing a hand over his face and mussing his hair as he urged himself to finally settled down. 

Alastor leaned over to switch off the bedside lamp. Darkness enveloped them, broken only by the faint glow of streetlights filtering through the curtains.

For a moment, they existed in silence. 

Then, Lucifer felt the mattress shift as Alastor moved.

 Heated breath ghosted across his cheek and made him shiver as he felt lips so close to his neck. 

“You know…” the omega purred in the dark. “I did not promise to have restraint.” And suddenly, Alastor's lips were on his.

Lucifer's heart soared. "Oh thank fuck," he breathed, tangling his fingers in Alastor's still-damp hair.

Alastor had leaned over Lucifer, pressing his lips against his in a heated kiss that Lucifer let him steer, savoring the taste of the omega on his tongue.

He was still unsure if Alastor wanted to take it further. Or how much further. He couldn't decipher the omega's desires through his scent alone; the fresh aroma of shampoo and soap that clung to Alastor’s skin masked the hints he so desperately needed with this enigmatic man.

Until he felt a nudge. One of Alastor’s ridiculously long legs slid up along the alpha’s thigh.

Lucifer’s inked fingers curled around the inside of his knee, easing the brunette over to straddle his lap—which seemed to be a favorite position of his.

The alpha’s mind was filled with a mantra—go slow, go slow—as he tried to navigate this delicate dance between them. The omega wriggled over him, shifting his hips, and Lucifer loosened his hold, thinking the brunette didn’t want to be pinned against him.

But this didn’t seem to mollify Alastor. A soft sound of frustration escaped him.

“Are you alright?”

“Must you always ask that?” Alastor huffed out.

Lucifer responded softly, “Only if you don't tell me different, sweetheart.”

“I just…” The omega sighed, his irritation obvious, but the reason was still a mystery to the blonde.

It dawned on Lucifer then what Alastor sought; he craved friction.

With firm hands gripping at the soft fabric of Alastor's pajamas around his hips, Lucifer tilted his own pelvis upward subtly. The contact sent sparks of pleasure coursing through both their bodies as he ground against Alastor’s center through the thin barrier of their clothes.

His reward was a sudden shift in scent; the sweet aroma of arousal wafted off Alastor, filling Lucifer's senses with euphoric anticipation.

It was intoxicating and all-consuming—proof that their mutual willingness was undeniable.

Their kisses deepened, hands roaming and exploring in the darkness. 

Lucifer reveled in the softness of Alastor's silk pajamas, even as he worked to remove them. 

The clean and fresh scent still overwhelmed him, but an underlying note of the omega's natural coffee-bitter bouquet was growing stronger.

"You smell amazing," Lucifer whispered, nuzzling Alastor's neck as he finally got down to his omega gland.

Alastor's laugh was low and breathy. "Such sweet words."

As clothing was shed and skin met skin, Lucifer marveled at the turn his evening had taken. From the sofa to Alastor's bed, from hesitation to passion—it was more than he'd dared to hope for as he mapped the soft skin of Alastor’s torso in the dark.

The omega was doing the same to him. Tracing those slender fingers of his up the swirling patterns up along Lucifer’s forearms, the pale skin of his biceps and up to the hints of ink that curled over his shoulders.

“You have more tattoos.” Alastor murmured, though his tone and his touch over the alpha’s torso felt more reverent than rebuking.

A soft sigh escaped Lucifer's lips.

"You know, if you want to see them…you can just ask," he voiced delicately, still trying to ease his way past the omega’s reticence. “You can tell me anything you want.”

At his words, Alastor's face shifted subtly, an eyebrow arching in a silent question. A flicker of curiosity danced in his eyes, but there was a wariness there too.

Lucifer could see the barriers Alastor had built around himself, the boundaries that kept him guarded and aloof.

"Even if…" Alastor finally responded, his voice laced with intrigue and a hint of surprise. “I wanted to return the favor from earlier…?”

His words hung in the air between them like an unfinished melody, yet they resonated within Lucifer.

The alpha hesitated, sensing that Alastor was doing his own tap-dancing, side-stepping, letting the alpha through his defenses and back into the performance he was used to.

"You don't have to—"

"I want to," Alastor insisted, his hand already trailing down Lucifer's chest. "You did say I could have what I wanted…did you mean it, alpha?"

Oh, there it was.

That thing the omega did so well. Looking at the blonde like that while his tongue caressed that name that got his blood racing

“I did, and I mean it,” Lucifer caught Alastor's wrist gently. “But, y’know what I want?” The alpha shifted, sitting up, searching Alastor’s face in the twilit room. “…I want to kiss your pretty face and hear that gorgeous voice…when you touch me.”

A blush crept across Alastor's cheeks, visible even in the muted glow from the streetlamp outside.

"You flatter me," Alastor murmured, but there was a pleased note in his tone and his scent.

Lucifer leaned in, capturing Alastor's lips with an adoring kiss. As they parted, he whispered, "It's not flattery if it's true."

The omega chuckled against his mouth.

Alastor's hand slid lower into the alpha’s boxers, wrapping around Lucifer’s aching cock with a gentle but firm grip. "Well then, darling alpha, shall I tell you exactly what is pressing on my mind?" As the brunette began to stroke him languidly, he leaned close to Lucifer's ear, his voice a silky purr.

Lucifer's breath hitched, both from Alastor's touch and his words. "Please," he managed, his own voice rough with desire—more than honeyed need. He wanted to know everything that was going on in that cryptic brain.

"Lucifer," just hearing his name in that warm purr made the alpha shudder, "I've never known such desire. It's like a yearning under my skin…that only your touch can soothe."

The blonde was drawing in shaky breaths, their bodies tantalizingly close as Alastor touched him. Circling around the head of his cock before dragging back down his length.

Yes, it felt good, so fucking good. But it was second to being the focus of Alastor’s intent. Lucifer gripped to the omega’s hips just to keep his frantic hands in place.

"I've never felt that inexorable pull towards another," he continued, sliding both hands now over Lucifer’s length. "But with you…everything is different with you." His tone dipped lower, taking on an edge of intensity that sounded like confession, "You make me crave things I've never dared to want before."

His gaze held Lucifer's captive, his lips ghosting over the alpha’s. "Your hands on me…it’s overwhelming and terrifying, yet…" He paused, swallowing hard enough to be heard. "… and yet altogether wonderful."

Alastor's words twirled through the atmosphere, each syllable a velvet ribbon of implication.

A soft laugh escaped him then; a self-deprecating sound that held a hint of disbelief. "To think I pride myself on my control," he admitted ruefully. "Yet here I am…completely undone by your touch."

That voice of his was about to be the alpha’s undoing. But he needed, he just needed more. Even as he gripped to those silk pajamas, he wanted to rip them off Alastor.

“Fuck, I’d give ya anything ya wanted.” Lucifer practically whined, his hips bucking up to rut his dick into the omega’s clenched fist.

"Lucifer," he drawled, and the alpha keened at hearing his name saturated in that accent, "I've been entertaining a certain…curiosity." His gaze held a mischievous glint as he let the pause stretch out like warm taffy. "Since you suggested what you would like to do with that mouth of yours." He paused again, his grin widening at Lucifer's rapt attention, "…exploring my essence. Savoring every bit of me."

“Fuck…” Lucifer moaned. Alastor’s suggestion was artfully veiled beneath a veneer of sophistication and charm, but the insinuation was raw and carnal.

He wanted Lucifer’s mouth. He was going to let the alpha taste him, please him—Lucifer couldn’t take the temptation anymore.

He flipped Alastor onto his back with an eagerness he couldn't contain.

But then came the sharp citrus spike in the omega’s scent: distress clear as day in the dark of the room.

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

The alpha pulled back instantly; regret surged within him at having misread Alastor's signals. That smile was still on his lips, despite the lingering unease in his smell.

"It's alright," Alastor reassured him with a soft chuckle, "Your enthusiasm is part of your appeal."

Lucifer kissed gently along the line of the omega’s jaw. Up and down his neck, soothing over his mating gland as a balm to the apprehension he could smell. Until the scent eased away.

And deft fingers were back in his hair.

“Would you still let me taste you?” Lucifer ask, as he lifted himself up on his arms.

Alastor pointedly looked down between their bodies, where the alpha’s cock was hard and heavy against his silk-clad thighs. “Darling, it seems you’re still in need of some satisfaction, aren’t you?”

An implication that held more weight than just observation.

“Sweetheart,” the alpha purred. “You have no idea, how much it would satisfy me to get you off.”

He could feel Alastor's skin turn hot under his lips.

Lucifer leaned down, sliding their lips together once again, slower. Reassuring the omega beneath him that he wouldn’t rush things again. He began kissing down Alastor's body, his fingers carefully sliding down the omega’s pajama pants.

His scent was staggering now. Bare before him. Sweet and pink and slick down his thighs—and the omega lie unusually still, until those long fingers came to circle around his wrist.

“Alastor?”

“You remember,” the omega whispered, so softly it almost came out like a plea. “What you…promised me earlier tonight?”

“I do,” Lucifer leaned up, his face and voice softened as he pressed a kiss to his temple. “Nothing inside you, I promise.”

He brushed sweet kisses over that pretty mouth, lingering as his chest swelled with affection. The omega had not just hinted at what he wanted—he’d voiced what he didn’t want. And Lucifer was fucking proud of him for it.

And Lucifer wanted to give him everything.

He settled between Alastor’s thighs, drinking in the sight of him flushed with arousal and willingly, albeit tentatively, spreading his legs.

“So gorgeous.” Lucifer purred, nuzzling along his bare lips, his breaths ghosting over the omega’s pussy. Adoring the way Alastor shivered under him.

The brunette’s only answer was a breathless chuckle. A soft gasp of surprise as Lucifer drew his hands up along the omega’s legs, spreading his thighs wide as he ducked his head between them.

The first drag of Lucifer’s tongue between Alastor’s folds had them both trembling with need.

He was right, Alastor’s dark, rich scent was strongest and sweetest right here. He lapped eagerly at every trace of slick. Reveling in every gasp that the omega let escape.

He squirmed as Lucifer’s tongue found his clit.

The alpha lowered his head, sucking the bundle of nerves between his lips, watching Alastor greedily as he did.

The omega was the picture of eroticism. His entire body flushed and writhing. His fingers curled over his mouth, muffling his desperate melodies—and the alpha gave a growl. He couldn’t have that, didn’t want anything stifling Alastor’s sounds or the way he shuddered at the rumble Lucifer sent through him.

Without breaking the suction of his lips, the alpha reached, grabbing Alastor’s arm, no longer suffocating a litany of whimpers.

Alastor clutched to Lucifer’s hand in both of his own as he whined with want, silver tongue fumbling around the alpha’s name—until he came under Lucifer’s mouth.

“Oh, so fucking sweet.” Lucifer purred, gently tracing his tongue over Alastor’s pussy as he clenched at nothing, his inked fingers still squeezed tight.

Lucifer lapped at him until the omega flinched away, no doubt overwrought.

Still, the alpha couldn’t help the smug satisfaction on his slick coated lips as he moved back over the omega, who seemed to have sunken into the bed in his afterglow.

Until Lucifer settled back over him, and Alastor went rigid. Pure fear entering his scent as he felt the alpha’s hard cock setting between his legs.

“I promised.” He reminded softly and watched as Alastor relaxed once more.

“You did.” He sighed gratefully.

The omega then reached for the alpha, wrapping his hands around Lucifer’s length in a grip that sent sparks shooting up his spine.

“You should kiss me.” Alastor softly demanded, sealing their lips together. No doubt tasting himself on Lucifer’s tongue.

The alpha rolled his hips languidly between them. Into Alastor’s hands, and the heated cradle of his body—the intimacy of it all was devastating as he rocked into Alastor's hold and finally found release over the omega’s stomach.

🎶 Love was just a glance away

A warm embracing dance away 🎶

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Lucifer's eyes fluttered open to find Alastor watching him intently. There was a hint of uncertainty in the omega's gaze, one that the overwhelming scent of sweat, slick, and sex wasn’t helping him interpret.

Instead, Lucifer reached out, pulling Alastor close and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "That was incredible," he murmured, nuzzling into Alastor's damp curls.

Alastor curled up against his side, and finally relaxed, a small sigh escaping his lips. "Yes, it was," he replied, his voice softer than Lucifer had ever heard it. Almost distant.

"Al?" Lucifer asked gently, running his fingers along Alastor's spine. “What’s up in your head?”

He expected a dismissive laugh, a flick of the hand and a denial, but instead, Alastor was quiet for a moment. "I…find myself worried that you’ll leave," he admitted finally.

Lucifer tightened his embrace. "I'm not going anywhere," he whispered fiercely. "Not unless you want me to."

"I don't," Alastor said, so quietly Lucifer almost missed it.

They lay there in comfortable silence, limbs entangled, the rhythm of their breathing slowly synchronizing. Lucifer marveled at how perfectly Alastor fit against him despite their height difference, how right this felt.

As sleep began to claim him, Lucifer pressed one last kiss to Alastor's temple. "Goodnight, sweetheart," he murmured.

"Goodnight, Lucifer," Alastor replied, his voice heavy with contentment.

🎵 Ever since that night we’ve been together

Lovers at first sight, in love forever

It turned out so right

For strangers in the night🎵

🎙️ "You won’t want to miss what’s next— ‘A Kiss to Build a Dream On’ by Louis Armstrong is on its way." 🎙️

🍒 On Ao3☕Read on Ream☕On Tumblr 🍒

[ricihh]

i'm not sorry.

Rating: E

Fandom: Brawl Stars

Relationship: Draco/Poco

Main Tags: Oneshot, Smut, PWP, Kinktober, Face-Sitting, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Trans Male Character, AFAB Terms, Friends With Benefits, Humor

Warnings: None!

Summary: Draco always came back in pain after his concerts, so Poco had to heal him with his healing melody.

This time, Draco had a different idea; one that didn't involve any guitar or Poco's melody.

[die-tenebris]

don't wanna derail the post I saw this discussion on- it was all in the notes anyway, so it certainly isn't op's problem. I'm gonna say this with so much love:

Calling somebody a 'theyfab' is not punching up. If someone's being transmisogynistic, say that, or call them a bigot. Naming the tangible harm done to you will always be the most effective thing to do.

The cis people who created that term made it with the explicit intent to mock and insult people's identities. No matter what you mean when you say it, this is its origin and to most people, its only meaning. It describes nothing about the discrimination you face.

People afab are marginalized, especially if they're queer. You cannot "punch up" on a fellow oppressed group. I understand the specific vitriol that they inflict on you hurts.

You don't need a word to call somebody, you need and deserve adequate justice for the tangible harm done to you; and my heart aches that nobody queer- especially trans women- ever seems to receive that.

I'm aware I can't make anybody do anything, so I'm not gonna try to tell you not to use that word. I just want to say it can't ever address, undo, or heal any harm done to you. It can only redirect it.

[fortheloveofpiggy]

As an intersex person, stop using the terms AMAB and AFAB to exclude and put down each other. The terms were made by intersex people as criticism against assigned sex vs gender and I find it crazy that now people want to use it to tell people they can or can’t use certain things

Like a period tip described as “a tip for AFAB” just be more specific. “a video for people who have periods” because not just AFAB people have uterus or vagina, and not all AMAB people have a penis. Stop using AMAB or AFAB to only continue the heteronormativity and gender sex stereotypes and use them how they were intended!

You can still say “I am AFAB” or “I am AMAB” but stop using the term to put people down or exclude them

Don’t say things like “only for AFAB” or “AMAB can’t be transmasc!” Stuff like this is harmful to intersex people who the terms were originally made by anyways

Thank you for listening

[weskie]

What You Deserve (Albert Wesker x amab!Reader)

18+ | 2700 words, salacious use of tentacles, post re5 wesker, one of those things that was meant to be sweet but became nasty, afab!reader version here | Fic Directory

You've taken such good care of him. Isn't it time he rewards you? Be careful though. Some things are still a little… new.

You were something else.  Frankly you always have been, but now more than ever.

 Despite waves of self loathing and rampant depression of which he would never confess, Wesker’s recovery has been as smooth as you could make it.  Pain medication kept most of the lingering aches away and Uroboros had ensured he lived to see another day.  Other than a weakened body riddled with scar tissue from his little dunk in the fires of the Earth, he couldn’t complain terribly much.

Even after his fusion with Uroboros, Wesker was still a mere man unable to escape the more… basic urges.  He’s always considered arousal to be like an itch.  Sure he could scratch it, but he could also ignore it and let it go away.  He often chose the latter, but, with little else to occupy him besides literature or your company, such a choice became significantly more difficult.

You notice his state quickly, though you say nothing of the tented blanket that only seems to continue rising the more he tries to ignore it.  You simply take his hand and squeeze, occupied with your laptop while Wesker rereads the same line of his book over and over again in a poor attempt to settle down.  When he tips his head back against the mountain of pillows he’s propped against, you give him a knowing look.

“Want some help?”  You ask, thumb brushing against his knuckles.

Does he?  He did go waist deep in lava. Thus far, it had seemed Uroboros took care to heal his nerves in all other places, and he’s never noticed a lack of sensation in the times where he’s had to touch himself to bathe, but what if he can’t feel enough to… perform well for you?  Was it even the full act of sex that you were offering or simply assistance in relieving him?

Perhaps the uncertainty was written across his face because you turn to face him, hand rising to stroke his cheek and trail into his unstyled hair.  Your touch spurs another aching pulse between his legs.  “Only if you want to,” you say sweetly. 

He pretends to consider your offer, but his answer was yes the very moment you spoke.  The second your thumb brushes his lip, he’s tugging you onto his lap.  He swallows your protests with ease, groaning weakly into the kiss.  Wesker knows you’re afraid to put your weight down on him, still so worried about agitating his aches and pains.  He has half a mind to grip your hips and help you grind against him, but you’re taking charge before he can.

“Let me,” you murmur, lips trailing down his neck.  You halt at the collar of his sleep shirt, moving away only to help him pull it over his head.  Your hands land on his sides, smoothing up and down slowly, stroking reverently at the juxtaposition of softness and patches of scarring.  Each motion brings you closer and closer to his chest until you’re kneading his pectorals, thumbs brushing against rosy buds in such a way that leaves him panting.

It really has been a while… the throb of his cock confirms it.  He has half a mind to just tear at your clothes and rush you to take him, but you seem to sense his impatience just as easily as you’d noticed his need.  “M’gonna take care of you,” you whisper sweetly, palms coaxing him to rest fully against the pillows. “You deserve it.” You slip so easily down his body, blanket falling away to reveal black boxer briefs that have clearly garnered a little wet spot from such light teasing.  “Just relax.  Shut your eyes, sweetheart.”

He does as you say, releasing a shuddering breath in anticipation for what’s to come.  It turns to a gasp the second your tongue laves the dip of his hips.  Your hands steady him with gentle pressure, shirking their duty when you decide to skim your nails over ticklish flesh and wring a breathy giggle from him.

He can feel your smile as you kiss further down, sensation dulling when your peppered love finds its way to the band of his underwear, renewing once more when you peck sweetly at his inner thighs.  Wesker’s hips seek you of their own accord and he’s lucky enough to feel at least one press of your lips to his covered length before you make your way back up.  He practically bucks into your grasp when you take hold of him. 

“Seems like everything's in working order,��� you coo playfully in his ear.  

Wesker finds his lower lip to gnaw on while you stroke him slowly.  His hands paw at your clothes, eagerly trying to expose you.  His eyes flutter open, pupils blown wide around distorted hues of red and blue still vying for dominance over one another.  He’s just about got your shirt off when that hand of yours dives beneath his waistband, milking the most humiliating whine from him imaginable.

What's wrong with him? Why is he so… desperate? 

His hands leave you to shimmy out of his underwear, hissing at the cool air and the mere sight of your hand around his weeping cock.  He turns back to you, keening into a kiss as he tries once more to tug at your clothes.  He hoists your leg over his hip, palm smoothing to take a greedy handful of your rear, playing with your flesh as you’d done with him.  Everything about you is bliss itself, from your slow, torturous strokes to his cock to the slide of your tongue against his.  You should be bare against him, skin to skin, letting him feel every inch of you. He needs it. He needs you. 

Suddenly, a humming laugh escapes you, reverberating against his tongue before you break away.  “Again, huh?”  You breathe.  

Again… yes. 

Once more, tendrils have wound their way around you to do his bidding, but this time for more… salacious reasons.  Each one wriggles under your clothes in some way or another.  You aid them in their quest to strip you, tugging your shirt and pants away with ease while the masses slither just as eagerly as his hands explore.

It’s so cute how you squirm for him.  It’s as if the tables have been turned oh so perfectly, leaving you just as red in the face as you’d made him.  He may not have his full strength yet, but this?  This more than makes up for it.  One tentacle coils at your waist, holding you perfectly in place as the others find themselves far more… occupied.  Your giggles turn to breathy moans, each one sung perfectly for him.  You’re like an instrument only he can play, your pleasure a melody only he can create.

“W-Wo– Ah!”  You gasp, head lolling to the side the very second one of those slimy appendages creeps between your legs.  Your first instinct is to clench your thighs together, though you don’t get very far with having been straddling him. The tip of it ghosts over the length of your cock, making you buck and whine.  “Al!” 

Tantalizing was… not a strong enough word for the sight before him.  These appendages have always carried a degree of wetness, some leaky black ooze that only ever left a small mess, but now?  Oh, now they leave clear glistening trails along your flesh that make his cock utterly ache.  It’s as if he’s painting you with his own arousal, picture perfect and drenched in his love just like you should be.  The tentacles trail over where he wants to see you marked most: your chest, your neck… all the way down to your twitching shaft. 

“Al, I–” You try, but you’re whimpering as more slithering lengths join in to curl around your thighs.  He didn’t even have to lift a finger…  There’s so many things he could do with you.  He could lift you, surely, to his face.  Slide his tongue that’s been so starved for you from base to tip and wrap his lips around the head of you, suckling away at your dribbles of arousal.   Or he could lower you onto his cock right now.  Forget effort; you wouldn’t have to do a thing.  He could simply maneuver you accordingly, bounce you up and down with their grip on your body until you were both fucked senseless.  Or…

Wesker’s chest rises and falls with each open mouthed breath, watching with wide eyes as three smaller tendrils approach your hole.  You squirm, but you show no sign for him to stop even as they alternate swiping along your opening.

“I-I thought– mm!”  You try, words as shaky as your trembling body. “T-Thought I was gonna t-take care of you instead…”  

“You are…” he breathes, utterly hypnotized as more tentacles join the fray and suddenly, without warning, you’re spread completely for him, slithering lengths taking your legs while smaller ones find their way to your rear, baring your hole to him.  You’ve been put on exhibit, and oh… how you writhe and keen under his sopping touches.  All Wesker can do is simply lie there, cock torturously hard at the sight of you like this.  He dares not touch himself; he dares not even imagine it lest one of those lengths creep to coil around it to satisfy the urge.

“A-Albert– ngh!”  Every cry you make fuels whatever hidden desires lurk below the surface of his mind.  Nothing in the world could’ve prepared him for the sight of an extra thick tentacle slinking along your leg, coiling up and up until it presses at your entrance.  “O-Oh my god!”  You mewl, head falling back.  “I don’t– I don’t think I can– that’s too big… Al, I don’t think I can– Ah!”

Exhilaration runs down his spine as though every nerve in his body fired at once.  Watching it press into you, seeing every ounce of slick drip from its effort to wriggle inside as you keen and mewl and cry out his name over and over again as if to pray to him…  Wesker licks his lips, panting heavily, fighting to keep control despite that knot in his gut threatening to give at any moment.  His fists bite into the sheets, threads popping as they give way to his strength.  

“O-Oh g-god,” you sob, barely audible over wet squelches.  “P-Please… Al, p-please!”

“I…” he tries, but he has no words.  Nothing in the world could possibly explain this– why it was happening, why he was allowing it, why… why he fucking loves it.  

But he does know why, deep down.  Past that layer of perfect prudence and discipline lies the truth.  You deserve this.  You deserve every ounce of pleasure he can stuff into you.  For all that you’ve done for him… you deserve everything. 

You cry out over and over again as the thickness fucks in and out of you, slick drizzling from your ass onto the bed.  It soaks his hips and cock, oozing off to coat the sheets and surely seep down into what was now a ruined mattress.  But he doesn’t care.  Not one bit.

The tentacles wriggle all over you, slithering and rubbing against tender flesh, restraining the intense trembling of your legs as you dangle helplessly.  He can practically hear it hitting the depths of you, each noisy, wet thrust coupled with your sweet songs a promise of your never ending pleasure.  And oh… you deserve it.  You deserve all that he can possibly give you.  You were there for everything.  The good, the bad, the horrifying…  Every part of him is yours, which means you get this, too.  

The first time you cry out his name is perfection in and of itself.   You come undone so beautifully, cock spurting your release onto his chest.  He has to grasp himself and squeeze the base damn near to the point of pain just to keep from blowing his load right then and there.  Watching you practically seize in his slithery grasp, hearing you gag and gurgle on one that had slipped between your lips, knowing you’re so fucked out of your mind that you could do little else than suckle its length as if it were his cock… 

Even then, it’s like he can feel it.  The sensation is dull, but it is there.  Your lazy tongue, the clench of your throat, the warmth of your breath, the throbbing quiver of your walls– it’s all fucking there, and it’s all for him.  You belong to him.  You’ve shown him so many times, over and over again that he has you, heart, mind, body, and soul.

“That’s it, dearheart…” he coos, shaky voice barely more than a murmur.  “You’re– you’re doing so perfect… You’re taking me so well.”

He feels you clench up again, walls trembling as you approach your next release.  You always did like when he’d purr such things in your ear.  It warms his heart in the strangest way to see it work just the same now.  

“O-One more for me.”  Wesker rasps brokenly, heavy breaths leaving him as he watches with an unyielding gaze.  He will not miss a second of this.  “It feels good, doesn’t it…? I can feel it too.”  He wants nothing more than to hear you come undone for him once more.  As if understanding his thoughts, the appendage in your mouth slips free, prompting you to gasp and choke desperately for air.  

You moan nonstop as if it were the only sound left that you could make.  It’s like you’ve been robbed entirely of higher thought and fell into a mindless state, one that could only comprehend the thickness ramming in and out of your hole.  Your sweet noises pitch up more and more with every passing second, signaling your next climax is near.

Wesker wills the tentacles to tilt you upright, the big one still fucking into you despite the position shift, and you whine weakly at the change.  “Come for me, my sweet.” He commands, rising from his position to cup your cheeks between his hands.  As if fully understanding his order, you do exactly that, falling apart with a breathless scream cut off by the thick length slipping from your ass while the others force you down onto his cock.  “Oh, god!”  He roars, face falling into the crook of your neck to muffle his own cries as his release hits him like a lightning bolt, coating your ooze slicked walls with his seed in heavy spurts.  

Albert’s eyes are clenched shut, but he swears his vision has gone white.  There’s nothing.  Nothing at all is left in this world except for your limp form in his hold and the heat of your flesh between his teeth.  Even when the oxygen in his lungs has gone stale, he still forgets to breathe.  It’s your trembling fingers curling at his nape that remind him he’s even still alive.

The two of you remain like that for some time, long enough that his legs go stiff and each slithering length once wrapped around your body retreats back into him.  You’re both covered in ooze, but he can’t find it in himself to care.  Not yet, at least.

You’re limp in his grasp, but he can tell you’re awake from the occasional scritch to the base of his neck or breath fanning against his skin.

“I… apologize.” He eventually murmurs.  It’s all he can think to say.  Certainly, you both would be having quite the conversation about this eventually.  But, for now, this much is due.  “For… having lost control.”  It isn’t even an exaggeration.  At some point, all thought went out the door.  There was only the two of you and every salacious desire he couldn’t suppress. 

He needs to become better at that.  

“Mm,” you hum weakly, fingers threading through his hair the way they always do in the afterglow.  “You’re full of surprises…”  There’s a hint of amusement in your voice.  That good natured softness with which you’ve always treated him.  “We gotta… mm, when my legs work again… it’s shower time.”

He couldn’t agree more.  For now though, he means to simply hold you, still buried within your heat.  You feel like home.  What luck to have found you…

And what bliss to know you’ll stay.

[rivetgoth]

the amount of tme trans people who are very obviously deeply envious of trans women because they [very regressively] view them as like. "someone whose queerness™ [and specifically queer masculinity, effeminacy, 'faggotry'] is taken seriously ie. as a threat and an inescapable facet of their being" is so prevalent on here. many many tme trans folk on this site functionally pretend to be trans women up to (and sometimes including) just blatantly lying about their cagab, coopting language and aesthetics, identifying as characters that are very obvious transmisogynistic caricatures, etc. like its very obvious that a lot of the deeply transmisogynistic genderfuck dykefags on here with these hard red text on black background MCR horror gore aesthetic blogs truly just envy the fact that trans women face a specific kind of violence that (in the eyes of these people) validates their desire to be seen as Threatening and Tough and Legit and Masculine instead of like. an introverted brunette with short hair whose family misgenders them. they want to be able to wear eyeliner and look like gerard way and be he/him'd so they turn to trans women as this fetishistic "goal" because their perception of trans women is "someone who wears eyeliner but still gets he/him'd." this is of course aligned with the way so many of them make broad sweeping generalizations about how its impossible for GNC trans men to pass (untrue) and of course doubles back around to barefaced transmisogyny 100% of the time because the accepted normalized view of trans women in these spaces becomes "threatening scary failed man whose femininity is undermined by their scary threatening genderfuck masculinity." it is so incredibly prevalent and you will not be able to unsee it once you notice it.