#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.

[poeaxtry]

I can’t believe in May I will be a decade on hrt

How are these all me?

God damn I really did it.

[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]

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.

[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.

[afabtransfemserver]

AFAB Transfems : Want a community?

Hello reader! If you're interested, you probably are or think you might be transfeminine. The issue for you is that either you were assigned female at birth or were assigned a gender that makes you feel it would be odd for you to call yourself transfeminine.

You've probably felt imposing or unwelcome in transfeminine spaces, maybe you even feel isolated.

Well no longer! For the first time ever, we have a space to gather! The largest AFAB Transfem space ever created, our Discord server. Even if you're on the fence, take a peek and see if you resonate with us, you might just meet others like you for the first time! And you don't even have to be sure about it!

This is not an education server. For safety of our members, only the people described will be permitted to join. We are not here to convince you “why AFAB Transfems are valid”, we hear enough discourse about our existence. We deserve a space to exist within our genders and to relate to others like us free from outside influence. If you personally don't agree with the concept of AFAB transfeminine people, you can ignore this post in its entirety. As important as allies can be to trans communities, we specifically are controversial to the point that allowing outsiders can quickly become hazardous. Even those who state their support will not be allowed unless they consider themselves a potential member of the community. Please do not join to try to learn about us.

We hope to see you there! https://discord.gg/4AJCNQ6gzF

[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]

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~"

[poeaxtry]

“Father of the year”

Written in the end of 2024

Prompted by my dad sharing stupid ass memes in an effort to gain a response from me.

Going no contact is sometimes rough

Even if the person hardly contacted you before

On r they realize the option isn’t there anymore

Something happens and they feign for your attention

[darcydarlingdabbles]

🎙️✨ Until the Devil’s Last Dance ✨🎙️  Part 12

🍒 On Ao3☕Read on Ream☕On Tumblr 🍒

I Can’t Give You Anything But Love by Billie Holiday

🎙️“Ah, the tender doubt of not being enough. You see, my dear listeners, even the strongest hearts falter when faced with the weight of expectation. But love, true love, doesn’t ask for perfection—it only asks for trust. And tonight, our couple finds themselves at a crossroads, where one simple truth remains: love is all that matters. Now, will they be brave enough to hold on?”🎙️

🎶I can’t give you anything but love, baby

That’s the only thing I’ve plenty of, baby🎵

The soft click of the apartment door echoed in Lucifer's mind as he stepped inside, his shoulders heavy with an invisible weight.

Alastor's familiar scent, black coffee, filled the air, but even that couldn't shake the dark cloud hanging over him. His eyes darted around the room, memories of his nightmare flashing unbidden.

"Home sweet home," Alastor chirped, hanging up his coat with a flourish. "What do you say to a nightcap, darling?"

Lucifer nodded mechanically, barely registering the words. "Sure, that sounds nice."

As Alastor bustled about preparing drinks, Lucifer sank onto the loveseat, his mind replaying the violent outburst from his dream. The fear in Alastor's eyes, the bruise forming on his delicate brown skin—it was all too vivid, too real.

"Here we are," Alastor said, pressing a cool glass into Lucifer's hand. "You look like you could use this."

Lucifer took a sip, the burn of alcohol doing little to dull his churning thoughts. "Thanks," he murmured, avoiding Alastor's gaze.

The brunette settled beside him, and Lucifer realized this was the first time they’d just sat on the couch–without being tangled up in each other.

It seemed, the omega had noticed too. 

" You've been awfully quiet since we left the radio station."

"I'm fine," Lucifer lied, forcing a weak smile. "Just tired, I suppose."

Alastor studied him for a moment, then set his glass aside. He leaned in, cupping Lucifer's face gently. "Perhaps this will help wake you up," he purred, pressing his lips to Lucifer's in a tender kiss.

Lucifer's body responded automatically, but his mind remained distant, trapped in a loop of self-recrimination. 

He barely felt the softness of Alastor's lips, the warmth of his breath. All he could think about was how he'd almost hurt the person he cared for most.

🎶Scheme a while, dream a while

You’re sure to find happiness and I guess🎶

After a moment, Alastor pulled back, his hazel eyes searching Lucifer's face. "You're not really here with me, are you?" 

Lucifer blinked, guilt washing over him anew. "I'm sorry, Al. I just…I can't stop thinking about what happened. What I almost did to you."

Alastor's eyes narrowed, a mix of concern and irritation flashing across his face. He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest. 

"Is that what's got you so preoccupied? More interesting than paying attention to me, is it?" His voice carried a sharp edge, the omega's pride clearly wounded.

Lucifer's heart clenched at the hurt in Alastor's tone. He hadn’t been paying attention to the omega. Hadn’t been hearing him, hadn’t been picking up the smell of excitement that was on the edge of arousal. 

The alpha  opened his mouth, desperate to explain, to apologize, but the words caught in his throat. "Al, I…I didn't mean to…" He trailed off, the weight of his guilt crushing the air from his lungs.

"Didn't mean to what?" Alastor pressed, his radio host's charm giving way to genuine frustration. "Ignore me?"

Lucifer's hands shook as he set down his glass. 

"I'm so sorry I grabbed you," he finally managed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I could have hurt you, way worse. When I woke up, I almost—"

Before he could finish, Alastor leaned forward swiftly, not for a kiss—but leaving a nip at Lucifer's lower lip. 

The sharp, playful bite startled Lucifer out of his spiral of self-recrimination, forcing him to focus on the present moment. As he ran his tongue over the little mark, a bemused smile coming to his lips. 

“What was that for?”

"To get you back," Alastor murmured, his eyes locked on Lucifer's. "I was beginning to wonder if I'd lost you entirely to that pretty head of yours."

“Did you just call me pretty?”

“I did.”

Alastor chuckled warmly. His eyes softened behind his glasses the irritation melting away as he drew his thumb over the alpha’s bitten bottom lip.

"Darling, I've already told you—I'm not afraid of you. Not now, not ever." He paused, searching Lucifer's face. "But that's not all that's troubling you, is it? What's really on your mind?"

🎶All those things you always pined for

Gee, I’d like to see you looking swell, baby🎵

Lucifer exhaled shakily, leaning into Alastor's touch. 

"It's…I've seen your world, sweetheart. The way you have to live…" His voice cracked. "And I've realized there's nothing I can give you. I'm not some high-status alpha with money and influence. I can't get your property back in New Orleans or boost your career to where it should be." He looked away, shame burning in his chest. "There are places that won't even let me in, with how I look. You just deserve so much more than I can give you…"

Alastor listened intently, his eyebrows rising as Lucifer spoke. a bemused expression playing across his features. For a moment, silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken emotions.

Finally, Alastor sighed, a mix of exasperation and fondness in his voice. "Well, that is a shame," he drawled, his lips curving into a mischievous smile. "Because I was going to ask you to knot me tonight."

"You…what?"  Lucifer's eyes widened, his mouth falling open in shock. He blinked rapidly, certain he must have misheard. 

“You know I don’t misapply my words.”

 He opened and closed his mouth several times before managing to form a coherent response. "But…but Al," he stammered, his face flushing, "your v–I mean, as an omega, it's so important to you, isn't it?"

He ran a hand through his hair, feeling flustered and out of his depth. The thought of  knotting Alastor sent a thrill through him, but it warred with his concern for the omega's reputation–and how his safety was tied to it.

Alastor huffed, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Oh, please," he scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. "Society can take its expectations and shove them where the sun doesn't shine." His voice softened, a rare vulnerability shining in his eyes as he brushed his fingers through Lucifer’s hair. "What matters to me has changed drastically since I met you—I’ve never wanted to be someone’s housewife and bedwarmer.”

“You wouldn’t be–”

“You know well that’s the role the world has cast me in, the role any other alpha would have me play.” Alastor said bitterly, and Lucifer could smell the same bitterness creeping into his rich scent. “But I’m done playing that game. I’ve been submissive and chaste and I despise it.” 

Alastor turned a burning gaze on the alpha. 

“I want someone who wants me. Not my status, not my virginity, but me." 

He leaned in, his breath warm against Lucifer's ear.

 "You love me," Alastor whispered, sending a shiver down Lucifer's spine. “And I want the man who loves me.”

Lucifer's world tilted on its axis as the full weight of Alastor's words sank in. His breath caught in his throat, overwhelmed by the depth of trust Alastor was placing in him. After everything they'd been through in just a short number of days. 

 Alastor still wanted him. Still trusted him. Still…what did he say?

“You love me.” Lucifer was just repeating the words, because Alastor said them so confidently and easily. He hadn’t seen or scented a second of doubt. 

And now, he didn’t see one ounce of it in Alastor’s smile. “So I do.”

"Alastor," Lucifer whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He cupped Alastor's face needing to kiss him, just feel the omega respond in turn, before leaning back and, searching those captivating eyes. "I don't deserve this."

Alastor's lips quirked into a soft smirk. "Oh, but I say you do, my darling," he murmured. His fingers trailed along Lucifer's jaw, igniting sparks beneath his skin. "And, for once, I want to be the one who has the say."

“You know,” Lucifer swallowed thickly, and nodded. “I’ll give ya anything ya want, anything I can.” 

“I  know.”  With deliberate slowness, Alastor shifted into Lucifer's lap, pressing their bodies flush together. “Shall I tell you, exactly what I want…?”

The alpha gave a soft groan. It was like running headlong into a wall of scent, surrounded by the smell of aroused omega. 

“Fuck, please.” Lucifer nearly whined. 

His gaze never wavered as he spoke, each word laced with determination and desire.  "Lucifer," he breathed, "I want you to make love to me. To hell with anyone else or what they think. I trust you, I desire you, and I want to experience this with you."

Lucifer leaned up, kissing the other hard and lingering, and Alastor leaned into him. his hands tracing reverent patterns along Alastor's sides. As they parted for breath, he whispered, "I'll take care of you, I promise."

“I know.” Alastor sighed against his mouth, pushing the leather jacket off of his shoulders to let it fall to the couch. “I know you keep your promises.” 

The omega pressed close, wrapping his arms around Lucifer’s shoulders. 

“Now, take me to bed.” 

“Fuck, yes.” The alpha groaned. 

Lucifer stood, wrapping Alastor’s ridiculous legs around his waist so he could hold to the omega’s ass, making the brunette laugh richly against him. 

With utmost tenderness, Lucifer guided Alastor onto his back, pressing him into the neatly made bed, before climbing eagerly over him.  Lucifer's lips found Alastor's again as he settled between the omega's legs.

The friction of their clothing doing little to dull the sensation. Lucifer's hips rolled instinctively into the cradle of Alastor's body, eliciting a delightful moan from the omega beneath him.

Alastor's hands roamed Lucifer's back, pulling him closer still, as if trying to meld their bodies together. Lucifer could feel the heat of Alastor's arousal, could smell the slick trailing down his thighs, and it made his own desire spike.

"You smell incredible," Lucifer murmured against Alastor's neck, nipping playfully at his earlobe.

"You always say that," Alastor teased breathlessly.

Lucifer chuckled, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below Alastor's ear. "That's because it's always true," he retorted, his voice low and husky. "But especially now."

He inhaled deeply, savoring the irresistible scent of Alastor's arousal mixed with his natural omega perfume. It was a euphoric combination, and Lucifer felt his own need growing more urgent by the second.

But as he pressed his hips harder into Alastor's, he couldn't help but notice that there was more to the omega's scent than just arousal. There was something else, something that spoke to the very core of Lucifer's alpha instincts.

He realized that Alastor's scent was also tinged with the unmistakable aroma of contentment. It was a subtle note, easily overlooked amidst the more potent fragrance of desire and slick, but it was there nonetheless.

Alastor was happy.

Nothing like the nervous omega pushing him away and clawing at him to stay the first night.

Now that he knew, he couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness towards the omega in his arms.

He would be gentle, would make sure that Alastor was ready and comfortable before they went any further. He would take his time, savor every moment.

As if sensing Lucifer's thoughts, Alastor's hands tightened on his back, his hips rocking up to meet Lucifer's. "Please," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I want this. I want you."

Lucifer's heart swelled with love for the omega in his arms.

His thoughts were interrupted by the feel of Alastor's hands on his chest, tugging at the hem of his shirt. He willingly obliged, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. The omega followed suit, and Lucifer couldn't help but let out a low growl at the sight of Alastor's bare torso.

The alpha pressed himself against the omega, relishing in the feel of their skin on skin contact. He could feel the heat radiating off of his own body, and he knew that he was running hot compared to Alastor.

He wanted nothing more than to warm the omega up, to make him feel as good as he possibly could.

Lucifer leaned down, capturing Alastor's lips in a searing kiss. He could taste the sweetness of the omega's mouth, and he couldn't get enough.

He trailed kisses down Alastor's neck, feeling the other man's pulse quicken beneath his lips.

When he reached the mating gland at the base of Alastor's neck, Lucifer paused.

He gently sucked on the area, feeling Alastor writhe beneath him. The omega let out a low moan, almost musical in its tone. Lucifer could feel the alpha inside of him responding, wanting to claim the omega as his own.

But he held back, knowing that was something they had to talk about before he could ever dream of claiming an omega as independent as Alastor.

He continued to suck and lick at the omega gland, feeling Alastor's body shudder beneath him. He was starting to feel Alastor’s slick soaking through his tight trousers.

Lucifer knew that he couldn't wait much longer.

He needed to be inside of Alastor, needed to feel the omega's warmth surrounding him. But he also knew that he needed to be careful, needed to make sure that Alastor was ready for him.

He wasn’t small, despite his stature

Lucifer's eyes had darkened with desire as he drank in the sight of Alastor's bare body, lean muscles and smooth skin shimmering with sweat. The scent of the omega's arousal wafted towards him, a sweet, heady smell that made his mouth water.

"Can I taste you?" Lucifer had murmured, his voice a low rumble of longing.

Alastor flashed him a playful grin. "You haven’t had enough after this morning?"

A wolfish grin spread across Lucifer's face as he shook his head. "Never enough," he'd countered and Alastor's eyes had sparkled with anticipation as he surrendered further, parting his legs wider to grant Lucifer access.

Lucifer had eagerly nestled between Alastor's thighs, lapping at the slick that coated them.

He felt the shivers coursing through the omega's supple body beneath him as he eased a finger inside of him; his entrance yielded easily. The second finger was met with slightly more resistance but Lucifer soothed him by lavishing attention on Alastor’s clit and soon he was working three fingers into him, stroking his walls while suckling at the sensitive bud.

He could sense Alastor teetering on the brink; each hitched breath an indication of his impending climax.

But this time around, Lucifer held back from tipping him over the edge. He wanted to extend this intimate dance they were entwined in; to make it last longer. His own desire pulsed within him but he forced himself to rein it in, keeping all focus on Alastor.

A whimper escaped from Alastor’s lips as his body writhed under Lucifer’s deft touch. "Please," came the desperate plea laced with raw desire.

A smug grin curled up on Lucifer's face as he met Alastor's gaze, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Patience," he'd murmured and Alastor had groaned in frustration. He delivered one final, deep thrust, rubbing Alastor’s sweet spot while sucking hard on his clit.

And then, release washed over Alastor.

His body had convulsed, muscles clenching around Lucifer's fingers as a cry of pleasure tore from his throat.

Lucifer's fingers had moved with practiced ease, stoking the fires of Alastor's pleasure to a fever pitch. The omega's body had squirmed beneath him, legs quaking.

Lucifer felt it echoed through every fiber of his own being. Alastor's cries echoed within the confines of the room, and Lucifer savored each one, drawing out the omega's orgasm until pleas spilled from his lips.

With a final shudder that seemed to ripple through his entire form, Alastor went still—limp and satiated. Lucifer withdrew his fingers and discarded his boxers, resettling onto the bed.

He coaxed Alastor's gently by the hips, inviting him to straddle the alpha’s lap. The omega complied; his movements were slow and heavy-lidded.

Yet as soon as Alastor's gaze settled on Lucifer's arousal, there was a shift in scent—the sweet perfume of desire now laced with something sharper, citrusy. Anxiety. Lucifer inhaled deeply, letting this new scent permeate him before reaching up to cradle Alastor's face.

"Hey," he'd murmured softly, his voice a low hum designed to comfort. "Look at me."

Alastor complied, meeting Lucifer’s eyes with an expression that spoke volumes about uncertainty. He knew what was racing through the omega’s mind—the apprehension that he might not be able to handle this or that it would be too painful—but Lucifer was determined not to let that happen.

"We can take it slow," he assured him. Lucifer's fingers traced over the tender bruises on Alastor's hips, the divots a reminder of their earlier tumbling. "As slow as you need. You're in control."

The omega's eyes fluttered open, meeting Lucifer's gaze. He looked nervous, but there was a spark of determination in his eyes. Lucifer smiled, his thumb continuing to circle over the bruises.

Alastor nodded—anxious but resolute—and reached down to grasp Lucifer’s cock. The sensation made Lucifer’s eyes want to close, his body tensing in anticipation. Alastor was studying him intently, his gaze focused and determined.

He guided Lucifer to his entrance, pausing for a heartbeat before lowering himself.

A groan escaped Lucifer's lips as he felt the enveloping warmth of the omega, his fingers digging into Alastor's hips as he fought the urge to thrust upwards.

Lucifer could barely contain himself—inch by delicious inch. The tightness, the heat, it was almost too much. He had been with a virgin before, he thought, but this…this was different.

This was Alastor, and it was staggering in the best way.

As Alastor finally settled onto him, Lucifer let out a low growl, unable to help himself. He could feel the omega's muscles clenching around him, and it took all his willpower not to move.

He reached up, his thumb brushing over Alastor's cheek.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.

Alastor nodded, his eyes meeting Lucifer's once more.

"Yeah," he whispered. "I just…need a moment."

Lucifer nodded.

He could feel the tremors running through the omega's body, the way his muscles were still clenched tight. He knew it was going to be a slow process, but he didn't mind. He wanted Alastor to enjoy this as much as he was.

"Take all the time you need," he said, his voice soft. "I'm not going anywhere."

The omega surprised him with a snort, those pretty hazel eyes rolling. “Well, I should hope not.”

Alastor smiled, a small, tentative smile that made Lucifer's heart swell. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Lucifer's lips. The alpha could taste the sweetness of him, the scent of sex filling the air. He deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into Alastor's mouth as he pulled him closer.

For a moment, they were lost in each other, the world outside of their little bubble fading away. Lucifer could feel the tension in Alastor's body starting to ease, the tremors subsiding as he relaxed against him.

But the softness of Alastor's lips against his own was tainted by a hint of hesitancy. The usually confident omega seemed vulnerable, his surety replaced with hesitation that tugged at Lucifer's heartstrings.

"How do I feel?" Alastor asked, stalling for time.

The truth was, he felt incredible. Being surrounded by Alastor was an experience unlike any other; the tight warmth of him, the intoxicating way his body reacted to Lucifer's touch.

"You feel…incredible," he managed to say after a beat.

A wave of relief washed over Alastor's face as he visibly relaxed before tensing up almost instantly again.

Lucifer felt the shift in his demeanor and looking up at him confirmed it - Alastor was blushing, embarrassment painted all over his features.

"I don't…" Alastor confessed in a whisper that was barely audible. “Know how to…”

Lucifer could feel Alastor's hesitation, the tremble in his fingers as they rested on his shoulders.

He leaned in, capturing the omega's lips in a soft kiss, savoring the taste of him. "You're doing so well, love," he murmured, pulling back just enough to whisper the words against Alastor's mouth. He slid his hands down to the fingerprint bruises he had left on Alastor's narrow hips earlier, gently guiding him upwards. "Just lift yourself a little, and I'll do the rest, okay?"

Alastor nodded, biting his lip as he slowly raised himself up, gasping as Lucifer's cock slid deeper inside of him.

Lucifer could see the pleasure and newness mingling in the omega's eyes, but there was something else there too—trust. It filled him with a warmth that had nothing to do with the heat of their bodies pressed together.

He began to move, carefully at first, guiding Alastor's hips up and down in a slow, steady rhythm.

He could feel the tension building in his own body, but he forced himself to hold back, focusing instead on Alastor. He wanted this to be perfect for him, wanted to make him feel loved and cherished.

As they moved together, Lucifer could feel Alastor's body responding, his slick coating them both, making it easier for him to slide in and out.

He reached down, thumbing the omega's clit unhurriedly, eliciting a moan from Alastor.

They settled into an easy rhythm, their bodies moving in sync, their breaths mingling in the space between them.

Lucifer could hear the whispers of love and encouragement that slipped from his lips, could feel the warmth of Alastor's breath against his neck.

The alpha could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, but he didn't want it to end. He wanted to stay like this forever, wrapped up in the warmth and love of the omega in his arms.

But he knew that he couldn't hold back forever, knew that he had to give Alastor what he needed.

The omega had wrapped his arms fully around his neck, clinging to him, manicured fingernails digging at his shoulders.

There was desperation in every ragged breath the omega took—the brunette was so close.

"Can you come for me, Alastor?" Lucifer asked, his voice low and rough.

He felt Alastor nod against his shoulder, felt the omega's hips jerk.

"I want…I want to come on your knot," Alastor murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lucifer felt a thrill run through him at the words, at the urgency in Alastor's voice.

"Are you sure you want that?" he asked, even as he felt his own knot beginning to swell.

He knew that once it expanded, they would be locked together until it went down.

It was a level of intimacy that many omegas found overwhelming.

But Alastor just nodded again, his eyes squeezed shut as he chased his own release. "I want all of you," he said, his voice filled with longing.

Lucifer couldn't deny him any longer.

He felt his knot swell, felt the familiar pressure as it expanded inside of Alastor. And then the omega was coming, his body wracked with spasms as he cried out in pleasure.

Lucifer could feel every wave of Alastor's orgasm, could feel the way the omega's body clenched around his own. He felt his own release washing over him as he thrust deep inside of Alastor.

🎶I can’t give you anything but love, baby

That’s the only thing I’ve plenty of, baby🎵

As they lay against each other, panting and spent, Lucifer wrapped his arms around Alastor, holding him close. Their bodies still connected in the most intimate way possible. The alpha could feel the knot inside of the omega, still pulsing with the aftershocks of their shared release.

He knew they would be like this for a while, locked together until his knot went down. But he didn't mind. He was exactly where he wanted to be.

Alastor shifted slightly in his arms, causing them both to groan at the sensation.

“Easy, easy.” Lucifer curled his fingers into Alastor’s hair, tilting his head so he could kiss him more. “You’ll wear us both out if you wiggle too much.”

"How long will this last?" The omega asked, his voice still heavy with pleasure as he ducked his forehead to Lucifer’s shoulder.

Lucifer pressed a kiss to the top of his head, inhaling the sweet scent of the omega's hair. "Could be a little while," he murmured. "Just stay still and relax. I’ve still got you."

He could feel Alastor's body tense slightly at the words, but he gently rubbed at his hips and thighs, soothing him with his touch. But when the alpha urged him to look up, the omega tucked himself further into the crook of his neck.

"Alastor, are you alright?" he asked softly. “How do you feel?”

For a moment, Alastor didn't respond.

And then, with a sigh, like he was reluctant to even say the words, Alastor murmured. “Overwhelmed, honestly.”

Lucifer felt his heart clench in his chest—immediately feeling worry course through him. As he tried not jostle Alastor in his own anxiety.

“What…can I do? How can I help?”

Alastor chuckled, shaking his head against Lucifer’s shoulder. “How pathetic, you’ve already done so much to take care of me—”

“You’re not pathetic.” Lucifer insisted, the feeling burning in his chest as he tried to stay still. Keenly aware of the knotted omega in his arms.

He nudged Alastor, gently but insistently, but still the other man wouldn’t lift his head.

“Sweetheart, please, will you look at me.”

“I can’t.”

He knew that Alastor had been through so much, had been hurt by so many people in the past. But he wanted to show the omega that he was different, that he would always be there for him.

“Okay,” Lucifer murmured, “then just, tell me what you need.”

He felt Alastor swallow against him.

The omega still didn’t speak, but his hands slid from Lucifer’s shoulders, down his chest between them—and the alpha immediately mourned the loss of is tight hold.

When Alastor grabbed his hand.

He splayed his inked fingers over the back of his own neck, as Lucifer watched, entranced by the slow, deliberate movements.

“Just…hold here.”

Lucifer nodded, careful not to squeeze the back of his neck, even as Alastor shifted to press their foreheads together. The omega’s cheek felt damp against his.

“And…tell me you love me.”

“I love you, Alastor.” Lucifer's heart swelled at the words. “I’ll take care of you. Always.”

The omega let out a soft hum, that the blonde had no idea how to interpret with the scents of sweat and sex saturating the air between them.

Until Alastor caught Lucifer’s lips in a needy, but brief kiss.

Lucifer turned and kissed Alastor again, deeper this time, pouring all of his love and affection into it.

He could feel the omega's body relaxing under his touch,

"Lucifer?" he murmured, his voice still thick.

"Yeah?" Lucifer replied, pressing a kiss to the top of the omega's head.

"Will you stay another night?" Alastor asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lucifer knew that Alastor had been through so much in his life, had been hurt by so many people. But he also knew that the omega was slowly learning to trust him, to let him in.

"Of course, I'll stay," Lucifer said, his voice husky with emotion. "I'll stay forever, if you want me to."

Alastor's body relaxed against him, and Lucifer could feel the omega's breathing even out.

"Forever sounds nice," Alastor chuckled.

🎶Until that lucky day, you know darned well, baby

I can’t give you anything but love🎵

🎙️ "Ah, love... it’s the one thing you can’t put a price on, isn’t it? But sometimes, my dear listeners, it’s about wanting to be loved by just one. Marilyn Monroe has the next word with ‘I Want to Be Loved by You.’ 🎙️

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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. 

[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.