#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. 

[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.

[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

[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 1

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 The Way You Look Tonight by Frank Sinatra

🎙️ “Ah, such a timeless classic, don’t you think, my darlings? There’s something irresistible about the way one looks when they’re completely unaware of their effect on others. Tonight, we’ll witness a little magic unfold, where eyes meet, and the world tilts on its axis. Now, sit back and let the music take you to the night where everything changed...” 🎙️

🎶Someday, when I’m awfully low.

When the world is cold. I will feel a glow.

Just thinking of you. And the way you look tonight. 🎶

The scent of cigarette smoke and gasoline clung to Lucifer’s leather jacket as he tried to blend into the shadows at the corner of The Red Horizion’s bar.

Red velvet ropes and crystal chandeliers were a far cry from the bloody trenches that still haunted his dreams. But he was used to taking odd jobs…and fancy-ass supper clubs paid in steak.

Which would be worth all every sideways glance he was getting in the meantime.

Lucifer's well-worn clothes, inked hands, and scuffed boots stood out like oil stains on silk among the tailored suits and cocktail dresses. He tried to comb some order into his blonde hair, forever tousled by the wind that rolled through it whenever he got on his bike.

The alpha might not be tall and imposing, but he was strong for his size. He could hold his own.

And the stares and murmurs from the elegant crowd prickled at his nerves.

With a sigh, Lucifer rolled up his sleeve, revealing the intricate black tattoos snaking from elbow to fingertip. That usually kept the hostile looks at bay—for fear that their disapproving stares lead to meeting the eyes of the disreputable drifter in their midst.

As a plate of medium-rare steak appeared, the alpha’s stomach growled.

“Your place always this hopping?" Lucifer observed, cutting into his meal.

Peter, the host and seemingly reluctant fulfillment of the chef’s work arrangement with the head chef, shrugged. "Friday nights at the classiest place in town, you know how it is, sir."

Lucifer didn't, not really.

He’d been out of touch with the classy parts of the world since the war—and being dishonorably discharged meant he wasn’t likely to find his way back in to any pearly gates any time soon. And Peter seemed to know it.

But the alpha grunted in agreement anyway, focusing on his food as the booths and the dance floor filled.

Lucifer found himself considering a hasty retreat. He was about to ask the preppy little beta host if he could wrap it up to go, when the entrance doors swung open.

And a vision in red entered the room.

🎶Tearin' my fear apart

Touches my foolish heart🎶

Lucifer couldn't tear his eyes away. all thoughts of leaving evaporating like mist in the morning sun.

The newcomer cut a striking figure, lithe and graceful with an air of refined elegance. Bright hazel eyes sparkled behind round glasses that framed by a face dancing on the edge between masculine and feminine.

A practiced smile played on his lips as he approached the coat check.

Lucifer's nostrils flared instinctively, but from this distance, he couldn't discern if the stranger was a beta or an alpha.

As the man removed his overcoat, Lucifer's eyes widened. Shamelessly taking in every slender curve and line.

Beneath was an ensemble of deep crimson button down and jet black vest, tailored to perfection and utterly eye-catching. It was a bold choice, especially if...

Could this man be an omega?

The blonde alpha dismissed the idea with a snort, before taking up his brandy and having another gulp.

Omegas favored pastels and softness, and males were more than rare.

Probably just some dandy alpha trying to make a statement. Not that it mattered to him—he'd gladly tumble into bed with anyone if they looked like that.

The alpha shook his head, transfixed.

Lost in his appreciation, Lucifer forgot himself. He knew he was staring, his gaze lingering far too long to be polite.

He silently prayed he wouldn't get caught ogling the beautiful man like some kind of creep. But luck was not on his side tonight.

As if feeling the weight of Lucifer's stare, the stranger turned. Hazel eyes, bright behind round glasses, locked with Lucifer's own.

🎵 Yes, you're lovely, with your smile so warm

And your cheeks so soft🎵

Lucifer's heart stuttered in his chest. Embarrassment heated his cheeks at being caught red-handed. He braced himself for a scowl, a glare, any sign of the man's displeasure with his uncouth leering.

Instead, to his shock, the stranger's practiced smile melted into something warm and inviting. Brownish [ink lips curled at the corners, transforming that polite expression into a grin just this side of wicked.

Lucifer's mouth went dry. wondering if those lips tasted as sweet as they looked.

A melody soared in Lucifer's mind, drowning out the chatter of the supper club. Leaving nothing behind but this resplendent stranger.

🎶There is nothing for me but to love you.

And the way you look tonight.🎶

The spell was shattered as abruptly as it had begun.

A smarmy-looking alpha stepped between them, effectively blocking Lucifer's view. Irritation flared, hot and sharp, in the biker’s gut. He barely resisted the urge to grab the interloper by the collar and yank him out of the way.

But then Lucifer heard it—that name, even spoken in the alpha's oily voice.

"Alastor, there you are!" The man boomed, grating on every nerve the blonde.

Alastor.

Lucifer rolled the name around on his tongue, savoring the way it tasted in his mouth. It suited the red-clad man perfectly—unusual, memorable, with a hint of some old world charm.

Just like Alastor himself.

Lucifer’s annoyance melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread through his chest.

The greasy-haired man placed a possessive hand on the small of Alastor's back.

It was subtle, blink and Lucifer would have missed the way Alastor's nose wrinkled ever so slightly at the touch.

"I have a reservation," the alpha announced loudly to the host. "For Vox. The best table in the house, of course."

The alpha was clearly showing off, staking his claim on Alastor in front of everyone.

Lucifer rolled his golden eyes. Subtle as a brick to the face, that one. Might as well try to mount his date in front of everyone—though from the look on Alastor’s face, he’d sooner kill Vox.

As the leaned back from the host’s stand, Alastor's face smoothed into a pleasant mask.

The transformation was flawless, like unpleasant expressions never marred his perfectly bronze face.

Lucifer smirked. It seemed Alastor was less than impressed by his date's bravado.

The pair made to move towards their table, and Lucifer couldn't help but smirk as he observed their awkward dance.

"After you," Alastor said, his voice melodious despite the hint of sarcasm Lucifer detected.

Vox missed the nuance entirely, striding forward with a self-satisfied grin. Apparently, his alpha ego apparently too fragile to let Alastor walk in front. Alastor followed docilely enough.

Maybe Lucifer was projecting. As soon as the alpha's back was turned, Alastor's eyes rolled skyward in exasperation, rewarding the watching alpha with a little chuckle.

🎶And that laugh that wrinkles your nose

It touches my foolish heart🎵

Lucifer tried to drop his eyes as Alastor glided past, his lithe form was drawing every gaze in the room. This Vox guy really shoulda walked behind him, cause damn that ass on him—

—the drifter's nostrils flared, suddenly overwhelmed by a scent so intoxicating it made his head spin.

Sweet, alluring, and unmistakably unclaimed omega.

With a hint of something deliciously bitter. Like black coffee.

"Oh dear," Lucifer muttered to himself as his mouth watered.

Hazel eyes met gold once more as Alastor walked by.

One perfect eyebrow arched, a silent challenge, and Lucifer felt his cheeks grow warm. Caught staring like some lecherous alpha - how embarrassing.

He ducked his head, abashed. But then Alastor laughed

A musical sound that sent shivers down the alpha’s spine, and all was forgiven. Perhaps Lucifer’s interest wasn't entirely unwelcome after all.

Though it wasn’t hard to be more interesting than the omegas proper and pompous date.

🎶With each word your tenderness grows

And that laugh wrinkles your nose.🎶

Vox's grating voice cut through the moment. "Alastor! What's the holdup?"

Alastor's smile never faltered, but Lucifer caught a flicker of annoyance in those captivating eyes.

"Coming, dear," he called back sweetly.

As Alastor sauntered away, Lucifer released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

"Well," he murmured to himself, "this night just got a whole lot more interesting."

From his spot at the bar, Lucifer had a clear view of Vox and Alastor's table. He tried not to stare but found his gaze drawn back to the couple again and again.

It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion.

Hell, he needed to get outta here before he got himself into trouble.

Instead, The blonde alpha focused in to try to hear them across the room.

"What can I get for you folks?" The waiter's voice drifted over.

"I'll have a whiskey rye, please," Alastor replied, his tone smooth as silk.

Vox's hand shot up, cutting off the waiter. "No, no. He'll have a strawberry daiquiri. That's more suitable for an omega, isn't it, doll?"

Lucifer watched as Alastor's eyebrows shot up, a flash of indignation crossing his features. It was gone in an instant, replaced by a practiced smile, but Lucifer had caught it.

"Of course, darling," Alastor acquiesced, his voice syrupy sweet. "Whatever you think is best."

“Unbelievable” Lucifer snorted into his drink.

As the waiter scurried away, Lucifer found himself settling deeper into his barstool. He should leave, he knew that. But the tension radiating from that booth was palpable, and he couldn't resist seeing how this trainwreck of a date would unfold.

🎵Lovely, never, never change

Keep that breathless charm

Won't you please arrange it?🎶

His eyes drifted back to Alastor, noting the tight set of the omega's shoulders beneath his crimson blouse. Even from this distance, Lucifer could practically feel the waves of irritation rolling off him.

The blonde alpha shook his head.

Vox was either oblivious or uncaring, completely blind to the omega's growing irritation.

This date was doomed before it even began.

Maybe, just maybe, Lucifer would get his chance to chat with Alastor after all.

He settled back against the bar, content to watch and wait for the date to go down like the Titanic—he'd be ready to swoop in with the lifeboat.

One way or another, he was determined to get to know the captivating omega in red.

🎶Cause I love you

Just the way you look tonight🎵

🎙️ "Ah, that old black magic... it has a way of drawing people in, doesn’t it? The spell is cast, and the night is only beginning. Stay tuned for Glen Miller’s ‘That Old Black Magic’ next—it’s bound to be enchanting."

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[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.

[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"

[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

[xx-lemon-drop-xx]

*pulls out all the sexy fanart of Malleus, Poseidon, Hades, Lucifer, and Atem* BESTIEEEEE I SUMMON YOUUUUUU

How about a smexy little nsfw story where the reader goes to meet Trey in his room for a study session and catches him fantasizing about them, deciding to help him?? afab terms, breeding kink, hair pulling and needy but dominant Trey pleaseeee.

Hi bestieeeee sorry this took awhile. I hope you enjoy it though.

Warnings: Gn reader, afab terms, breeding kink, a dabble of finger sucking, hair pulling, scratching, fingering, crying, dominant Trey, ooc Trey.

Request: Yes.

Words: 1,241.

•°•Burning Desires•°•

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He should be working on homework, Trey knew this. But the way you plagued his mind hour after hour, tainting it with impurity wasn't fair to him.

Trey’s hand was wrapped around his cock, teasing it with small strokes and rubbing the dripples of precum that would spurt from the tip with his thumb, spreading it around to use as lube. His head was leaned back and he was slightly sweaty, his hair being damp and his Heartslabyul uniform clinging into him.

Little did you know what he was doing as you entered Heartslabyul’s dorm kitchen in search of your boyfriend. You’d greeted Riddle with a large smile, asking him if he knew where Trey was. Riddle’s response was swift, and he gave you a tiny smile back against the rim of his cup.

“Trey is doing homework in his room. While you're at it, bring this tea to him, would you?”

“Of course.”

The cup of tea was warm against your cold fingers, as you made your way through the halls of heartslabyul. It wasn't long before you arrived at Trey's door. Pausing mid knock in a mix of shock at the soft groan that was heard. You knew he wouldn't be cheating on you, though the fact he could very well be masturbating to the thought of you was one that had your thighs pressing together.

You made sure to slowly open the door as you peered in on his sinfully beautiful acts of self indulgment. The way he stopped pulling at his cock when he was about to cum had you shivering in delight.

"Did you need some help with that?"

Trey jolted, straightening himself in his desk chair. Eyes wide and hazy from lust and shock.

"[N-Name] I-"

You smiled, walking into his room and shutting the door behind you. Granted you did add a bit of an extra sway to your hips just to tease him while walking over to his desk. You set down the tea, sliding your arms around his neck, finger lazily drawing patterns over his man boobs through his shirt.

"What were you thinking of?"

You asked, in a shallow whisper, hand finding his way down to his cock to begin jerking him off yourself. Trey shuttered, eyes shutting again.

"You."

His voice choked out, strained as his hips rose to meet your hand.

"What about me?"

His cheeks flushed, a pant being pulled from his lips.

"Completely filling you to the brim with my seed-"

It was your turn to blush, feeling his cock twitch in interest against your gentle strokes. Though Trey wasn't finished discussing his thoughts just yet either.

"Having you shamelessly beg and whine for more of my cock. To fill you full with my children- pounding into you so ruthlessly you're leaving scratch marks on my back and pulling my hair and crying from overstimulation."

He swiveled in his chair, turning towards you. Rough hands grabbed you by the hips, picking you up to lean into his hot body until your back was meeting the soft sheets of his bed. Your clothes and his were disgusted quickly, in piles on his tidy floor to make it messy.

Quickly, his fingers found your clit, rubbing small quick circles to have you arching into his touch in no time, his hot mouth leaving trails of open mouthed kisses and bites down your shoulder and collarbone. He was slow and easy when inserting the first finger into your tiny warm cunt, wiggling it around to find a sensitive spot before he began to finger fuck you into another realm.

"Do you like this?"

His voice was husky, and the gold hue of his eyes dripped into your own.

"Y-Yes Trey-!"

You were cut off, lips meeting your own in feverish, desperate kisses. Your first orgasm washed over you quickly, body arching into his touch and moans echoing into his mouth as he stole them from you. But he didn't stop moving, pushing another finger into your warm heat and scissoring them. Your squirming made him chuckle, hand sliding down to gently hold your hips in place.

"Good… then you'll really like it when you're full of my cock, won't you?"

Trey waited patiently until your second orgasm hit to pull his fingers out of you, pressing his fingers against your lips and into your mouth. Getting the cue, you sucked them clean, not noticing when he'd reached over to get the lube.

You waited not so patiently as he lubed up his cock, flushed at the tip. Finally after what felt like forever he was pressed up against your lower lips, teasing it inside of your cunt. He basked in your warmth, letting you adjust to his size. Though, his control was slowly slipping. Once he got the signal, he started moving.

His thrusts were hard, reaching so deep inside of you you swore he was hitting your cervix with every thrust. Your body jolted, the bed creaking and moans pouring from your mouth. You didn't try to hide them, despite knowing the other members of the dorm could probably hear you.

"So fucking tight-!!"

He hissed into your ear, rolling his hips against yours effortlessly. Already being overstimulated from two orgasms, he wasn't surprised when you started to clamp down around him a third time, moaning into your neck.

"Gonna cum a third time?"

He hissed, ravaging your body in such a wonderfully pleasurable way. Your nails etched thin red lines down his back that were sure to turn into defined scratch marks tomorrow. With his relentless thrusting, it wasn't long until you came to another orgasm, sobbing and whining as you came. He shuttered, flooding your walls in white.

Trey held himself inside of you, pressing soft kisses along your cheeks kissing away the tears that dripped from your cheeks.

"Can you handle more?"

In a jumbled need to please your boyfriend, you nodded, swallowing thickly.

"P-Please more-"

His movements started up again, abusing your poor pussy. Though you enjoyed every moment of it, fingers sliding into his hair to pull and tug at it. Trey continued to mark up your body, leaving hickeys along your chest. You could feel his cock bobbing inside of you.

"T-Trey more please-"

"More of what?"

He asked, teasing you by slowing down the movement of his hips. Your cunt twitched around him, squeezing invitingly around him.

"F-Faster please~ Need more-!"

Your whines urged him on, and he continued pounding away, relishing your sobs and moans. Oh how beautiful you were for him, lips bruised, body covered in his love, and cunt full of his seed. It fueled a fire inside of him to breed you like his little whore.

Your body shook as you came again, and his fingers snaked down to rub quick circles against your puffy clit, prolonging your orgasm. Finally his hips stuttered, before coming to a stop as he came inside of you yet again.

Pulling out of your warm abused cunt, he watched his cum leak and drip out of you, fingers collecting it and pushing it back inside of you.

The sight has his cock hardening again, twitching up against his thigh.

"Can you go another round?"

[twistedwonderworm]

Sleeping aid (TWST NSFW)

Pairing: Sebek Zigvolt x GN!reader

Warnings: Oral, afab terms

Word count: 451

Everyone in this fic is 18+

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Large hands gently roamed the body of his lover. Sebek was still inexperienced, even at his age so he was gentle and nervous in his touches. He didn't want to accidentally hurt Y/N.

This has started because neither of them could fall asleep. They tried thinking of ways to help them, and Sebek had said something about tiring them both out enough for them to sleep. The poor oblivious half fae was probably thinking about some kind of exercise, but he knew exactly what his sweet lover was thinking when he saw their face flush. 

He couldn't deny that he was also curious but nervous. So he was very gentle as he nipped at their skin gently, not hard enough to leave a mark but hard enough that they would feel it. He dutifully worshipped every inch of skin that was revealed to his eyes. 

"Everything about you is so beautiful," he breathed against Y/N's skin,  hands moving to their chest to pinch and tease their nipples. His cock was hard and aching in his pajama pants but he ignored it for now. He wanted to make sure made Y/N feel good too. They were his better half after all.

The half fae slowly made his way down their body, kissing and nipping until he was settled between their legs. He was a little nervous about this,  because he had never done something like this, and he was scared that he wouldn't be able to fully please Y/N.

His human noticed his nervousness and reached down to gently stroke his mint colored hair, "It's olay, love. If you don't want to do it, we can think of something else." They said softly, a gentle smile on their face.

Sebek shook his head, "I want to do this, love. I want to make you feel good." He gently rubbed his lover's thighs. He gently flicked his tongue against their clit, relishing the breathy sigh of pleasure the human let out before wrapping his lips around it and gently sucking. 

Y/N mewled as their lover's finger slipped into them, gentle but eager. They were so hot and went already, and it nearly snapped his self control. Fortunately, he was able to keep control and slowly used his fingers to drive his lover over the edge.

They squeezed their thighs together on either side of his head as they unraveled at his touch. They fished around his fingers as he worked them through their orgasm. 

When his head was finally released, he pulled his fingers out and sucked Y/N's juices from his fingers with a grin, "Don't get too comfy, darling. We're not done. I'm not tired yet~"