#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.

[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.

[krysmcscience]

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

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

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

[kaeinvy]

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐃 ! + scara ; genshin

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

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

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

[xx-lemon-drop-xx]

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

Also could I be 🌹 anon please?

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

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

Request: Yes.

Words: 484.

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 "You look beautiful, amour." 

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

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

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

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

Rook saw an angel. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

[twistedwonderworm]

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

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

Mating Season (TWST NSFW)

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x AFAB!reader

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

Word count: 1,138

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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?

[ricihh]

Back with the requests! Which are open by the way 👀

When I'm less busy I swear I'll get back to the content for my au yansim, but for now...

Day 4: overstimulation

Rating: E

Fandom: Brawl Stars

Relationship: Sandy/Bibi

Main Tags: Oneshot, PwP, Overstimulation, Squirt, Femdom, Trans Male Character, Exhibitionism Kink, Orgasm Denial

Warnings: AFAB terms

Summary: Sandy was never very vocal. He was lazy and a master of body language.

Knowing this, Bibi also knew four steps to get the most beautiful sounds out of him.

[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.

[cvpitvno]

wonwoo fucking you for literally hours with no idea about how many times the two of you have cum, only focusing on chasing the pleasure that each rut of his hips has for the both of you.

every push and pull he gave made his cock scream out in sensitivity, the skin worn and red from the friction of your cunt, and your lips swollen at the physical abuse it had gone through.

the man would fuck you until you were crying… and until he was crying.

fat tears coming from both of your eyes at the way every little move makes each of your stomachs tense up and tights shake.

wonwoo would be holding you close to his own body, sweat conjoining the two of you in a messy and overstimulated heap — that paired with the way wonwoo whined every time he moved and the way your hands could barely keep hold on his broad shoulders… it would truly be a sight for any of his members to see.

—

when wonwoo ventures from his room some time later, steps small and drowsy, the boys in the living room were quick to catch on.

“what, you get pegged for the first time or something?” mingyu laughed at his friend, knowing that the activities him and you had been up to were less than innocent. “surely it didn’t leave you that sore.”

wonwoo let out a small half hearted huff at the boys comment, continuing to the fridge to get a water to share.

“no,” he rolled his eyes, but the wince made his entire moody persona disappear. “i just fucked ‘em till we were both in tears,” he sighed. “so forgive me for being sensitive and sore.”

all his members could do was watch silently as the man made his way up the stairs with the water bottle in hand — the sounds of groans at every step he took that was too big wasn’t even enough to make the boys laugh.

for almost all of them were too caught up thinking (and praying) that whatever state you were in wasn’t any worse then what wonwoo was in.

[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

[clowncaraz]

wifmüll (or wifmull/wiffmullie)

a trans woman that was assigned female or is female for any reason. another term for honeybee trans woman/afab trans woman.

possible reasons:

varsexness (intersex, altersex, aldernic)

nonbinary transition

alterhuman transition

transitioning from trans manhood or another identity

poc experiences changing gender identity

changed gender marker

@radiomogai @beyond-mogai-pride-flags @your-bigender-big-brother

[weskie]

What You Deserve (Albert Wesker x amab!Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Again… yes. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He needs to become better at that.  

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

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

And what bliss to know you’ll stay.

[t4transsexual]

every time a trans/nonbinary person uses the term afab/amab to describe their gender or another trans/nonbinary persons gender an angel loses its wings

[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?"