#gender euphoria (horniness)

[ev-enhotterthanyou]

the best gender-affirming care you can give is moaning my name btw.

[royaltea000]

Just watched The Sea Beast and y’all it was SO GOOD. The animation was beautiful and the fight scenes were Amazing. What struck me the most at the beginning was how there were like no- how do you say Stereotypical Women?? Like I don’t mean stereotypical as in likes baking and dresses cuz there’s nothing wrong with that but there were NOT ONLY the fiction typical women positions like barmaid and village milkmaids. Every single one of the women characters felt like a real person and that thought like struck me when I saw Rosie the character who was driving a carriage during the bar scene lol. Probably cuz I realized that I’ve only ever seen men fill this role in typical fictions and the fact that there were just people filling in roles with no regards to their gender gave me like a euphoria that I’m still on lmao

Also if I was the ship lad getting bridal carried saved by Jacob at the beginning of the movie I would need supernatural help in order to hide my boner

[physalian]

10 More Character Types the World Needs More of

Part 1 was specifically character dynamics, but I’m considering this a sequel anyway.

1. Fiercely independent character’s lesson isn’t to “trust people”

I’m not projecting. You’re projecting. There is a divide wide enough to fit the Grand Canyon between “trusting that someone isn’t lying” and “trusting someone to follow through on a promise”. Most dumpster fire attempts at these characters (almost exclusively women) rely solely on mocking them for the former because “not all men” or something.

Being consistently let down in life makes you hesitant to a) gain friends, b) pursue romantic interests, c) maintain familial relationships, d) get excited about any event that demands participation from someone who isn’t you. None of this is simply a bad attitude—it’s a trauma response. There is no lesson to be learned, and not even exposure therapy can help because it’s a real, legitimate, and common stunt people pull, whether they mean it or not.

So write one of these characters and legitimize their fears, give them someone who proves the exception to the rule, but do not let the lesson be “well they just haven’t found the right person yet”. Even the “right person” can let them down. It's about not becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy by sabotaging a good thing to prove it will inevitably go bad.

2. Conventionally attractive men who aren’t horndogs

I’m going to find every way I can to tell you to write more aces. This is to fight the stigma that attractive people must be attracted to people. Give me gorgeous aces and demi’s, men, women, enbys and everyone in between, who put a crap ton of effort into looking their best, and yet happen to not have a very loud libido. They look good for themselves, and not to impress anyone else.

Give me someone who could have anyone they wanted, gender regardless, and just simply has no interest. Or, they do actually have a significant other, but sex, how hot their partner is, or how horny they are, isn’t their internal monologue. I don’t even care if it’s unrealistic, it’s annoying to read.

And, you know, giving men male characters who aren’t thinking about sex all the time can be good, right? Right?

3. Manly warrior men who also write poetry

A.K.A Aragorn, Son of Arathorn. Just give me more Aragorns, period. This dude is either covered in filth, blood, guts, and the last 30 miles of rugged terrain, or singing in Elvish at his own coronation while pink flower petals fall. A man can be both, and still be straight.

A man can also drink Respect Women juice, you know? He ticks off all the boxes—he’s gentle when he needs to be, not afraid to hide his emotions, kind to those who are vulnerable and afraid and need a strong figure to look up to, resolute in his beliefs, skilled and knowledgeable in his abilities without being arrogant or smug, and the first boots on the battlefield, leading from the front.

4. Characters who are characters when no one is watching

This is less a specific type and more a scene that doesn’t get written enough. This whole point comes from Pixar’s Cars. I. Love. This. Movie. It’s not Pixar’s best, for sure, but this is my comfort movie. The best scene, one that’s so unique, is when Doc (aged living legend) thinks he’s alone when he rolls out onto the dirt race track and comes alive tearing around the oval.

This character’s unbridled, unabashed glee and euphoria at proving to himself that he’s still got it, when he’s completely unaware of his audience, is perfection. Not enough credence is given to characters to just… enjoy being themselves. He’s not doing it to prepare for the climactic race, he’s not doing it for the plot, he’s doing it just to do it, not even to prove Lightning wrong—just for himself.

Give your characters a “Doc Racing” scene. Whatever their skill is. Maybe they’re a dancer, a skater, a swimmer, a painter, sprinter. Just let your character love being alive.

5. Characters whose neurodivergence isn't “cute”

A.K.A. Lilo Pelekai from Lilo and Stitch. Really, her relationship with Nani is peak sibling writing. But Lilo herself is just so realistic with how she interacts with the world, how she interprets her relationships with her so-called friends, how she organizes her thoughts and rationalizes what she can’t quite understand, and how friggen smart she is for an… 11-year-old?

But she’s not “cute”. As in, she wasn’t written by generic Suits who were trying to cash in on the ND crowd by writing what they think will sell, but also making her juuust neurotypical enough to still be palatable by the rest of the audience. Lilo’s earnestness is what endears her to everybody. But also, she doesn’t get a free pass for her behavior, either. Her “friends” aren’t forced to accommodate her and Nani isn’t written as the cold-hearted villain for trying to discipline her.

6. Straight male characters with female friends

Am I double-dipping a bit here? Yes. While I completely understand how tempting it can be, this type of character is in dire need of exposure and representation to prove it’s possible. No weird tense moments, no double-glances when she isn’t looking, no contemplations about cheating on his girlfriend (and no insecure jealous girlfriend either). Just two characters who enjoy each other’s company and are able to coexist in a space and be in each other’s spaces without hormones getting in the way. Peak example? Po and Tigress from Kung Fu Panda.

Let these two rely on each other for emotional strength in times of need, let them share inside jokes, let them have a night alone together at a bar, at home, cooking dinner, getting takeout, talking on the patio in a porch swing… with zero “will they/won’t they.”

7. The likable bigot

I’m actually on the fence with this one but it’s something I also don’t see done often enough and I’m adding it for one reason: Bigots aren’t always obvious mustache-twirling villains and the little things they do might seem inconsequential to them, but are still hurtful. So showing these characters is like plopping a mirror down in front of these people and, I don’t know, maybe something will click. They don’t have to be MAGAs to be dangerous, and only writing the extremes convinces the moderates that they aren’t also the problem.

Example: I have a “friend” who recently said something along the lines of “I have lots of gay friends” followed up shortly by “I don’t think this country should keep gay marriage because it’s a slippery slope to legalizing pedophilia.” You know. The quiet part being that she *actually* thinks being gay is as morally abhorrent as being a pedo. But she totally has lots of gay friends. Including one who was driving her during that conversation. (It’s me. Hi. I’m apparently the problem, it’s me.)

She’s absolutely homophobic, but the second she stops announcing it, she’s a very bubbly person. She’s a ~likable~ bigot and thus thinks she can distance herself from the more violent ones.

8. The motherly single father

I say “motherly” merely as shorthand for the vibe I’m going for here. “Motherly” as in dads who aren’t scandalized by the growing pains of their daughters, and who don’t just parent their sons by saying “man up boys don’t cry”. Dads who play Barbie with their kids of either gender. Dads who go to the PTA meetings with all the other Karens and know as much if not more than they do about the school and their kids’ education.

Dads who comfort their crying kids, especially their sons. Dads that take interest in “feminine” activities like learning how to braid their daughter’s hair, learning different makeup brands, going on nail salon trips together. Dads who do not pull out the rifle on their daughter’s new boyfriend and treat her like property. Dads who have guy friends that don’t mock him and call him gay. Dad who does all this stuff anyway and is *actually* gay, too, but the emphasis is on overly sensitive straight men’s masculinity here.

Wholesome dads: a shocking amount of single-parents to female anime protagonists.

9. The parent isn’t dead, they’re just gone

Treasure Planet is an awesome movie in its own right, but what’s even better? This is a Disney movie where the parent isn’t dead, he’s just a deadbeat who abandoned his son and isn’t at all relevant to the plot beyond the hole he left behind for Jim to fill. The only deadbeat dads Disney allows are villains and those guys are very vigorously chasing an aspiration, that aspiration just doesn’t include quality fatherhood. Or motherhood. Disney has yet to write a deadbeat mom, I’m almost certain.

I just wrote a post about the necessity of the “dead parent” cliche, but what is perhaps more relatable because it’s more common, and what earns even more sympathy and underdog points for the protagonist? The hero with the parent who left. Then there’s a whole extra layer of angst and trauma available when your hero can now plague themselves with the question of if the parent leaving is their fault. Death is usually an accident. Choosing to abandon your kid is on purpose.

10. Victim who isn’t victim-blamed or told by their friends (and the narrative) to forgive their abuser

Izuku Midoriya lost so much support from me the moment he told his friend, bearing the consequences of domestic violence across half his face, that Midoriya thinks he’ll be ready soon to forgive his abomination of a father. I am firmly in the “Endeavor is a despicable human and hero” camp and no I’m not taking criticism. I audibly gasped when I heard this line and realized Deku was serious. Todoroki needs friends like the Gaang to remind him that he's allowed to hate the man who's actions caused the burn scar across his f*cking face.

I understand that the mangaka apparently didn’t anticipate the vitriolic backlash toward Endeavor during his debut and reveal of his parenting tactics but the tone-deafness of telling a fifteen year old with crippling emotional management issues and a horrible home life that his abusive dad in any way deserves and is entitled to forgiveness on the grounds of being related is disgusting.

Take it back further to a more famous Tumblr dad: John Winchester. Another despicable human who got retroactively forgiven by his sons after his death in a “he wasn’t so bad, he really did try” campaign. It’s one thing if the character believes it, it’s a whole different matter if the narrative is also pushing this message.

Katara is a perfect example: She lets go of her grudge for her own peace of mind and stops blaming Zuko for something he had no hand in, stops blaming him simply because he’s a firebender and he’s around to be her punching bag. She doesn’t forgive the man who killed her mother, because that man doesn’t deserve her forgiveness. Katara heals in spite of him, not because of him, and had she let him off the hook, she would have gotten an apology for getting caught, not for what he did (which is exactly what happened).

[demilypyro]

Assuming that there will continue to be fit pics, and that people will be casually horny about it: have you considered making a wishlist to grow your wardrobe? Especially with autumnal and winter clothing that you might be less inclined to get now that you rent an apartment.

Also genuinely, as someone who was around to watch your transition unfold, it's a sight for sore eyes to see your gender euphoria

I mean people can always send money if they want but I have a very hard time finding clothes I like

[youronlydarlin]

drooling, begging, scratching at your door for more loser simon content

warning: ooc Simon cus he's a loser here, cum brained Si, you're kinda a slut in this one sorry, readers gender not specified, overstimulation, sub–ish but also kinda not really Si??

Loser! Simon who was actually supposed to be a one night stand only. Hell, if it weren't for your wandering eyes catching sight of him half chubbed up in his pants you would've never agreed. You don't just go around accepting any lay that comes your way. It pays to be a careful slut, yeah? But he's eager, too eager. Back straightening at all the sudden attention he's getting from pretty lil you. And you are pretty. So pretty in fact, that Johnny caught him eyeing you from across the bar. The man playfully nudging him in the elbow, followed by a wink and a whistle. "Go get 'em, LT.." at this point Loser! Simon knew he was caught. so what was the point of hiding it any longer...?

Loser! Simon who told himself that this was only gonna lead to rejection. That he'd just end up drinking whatever he bought for this incredibly attractive stranger. Color him surprised when you actually laughed at his jokes. sneakily raking your eyes up and down his frame like a predator toying with prey. At some point you've started massaging his thigh and Simon internally beats himself up for not thinking ahead of this. You're voice is so fucking hot though, that's for sure.

He's cute, yeah. The way he acts as if you're the one asking for sex is endearing but overall pretty boring. Kicking it up a notch, you do a risky move. Unsure if it's too much and he ends up deciding to forfeit and blue ball himself tonight. Leaning in close, you whisper something filthy in his ear. Surprised at just how quickly the bulge in his pants started to grow, what caught you off guard is how he's holding on so tightly to your waist now. Cheeky. Since when did he wrap his arms around you?

And that brings us to now.

You, bent over some grimy concrete wall at the back of this shoddy ass bar. Seems he was to impatient to get to a motel or something because he's jackhammering into you without a care in the world. Or a thought at that. It's like his hips move on their own, cock spearing you so impossibly deep that you feel him bulge through your stomach. The skin stretching, struggling to keep him all in.

Loser! Simon doesn't know what he's doing with his hands, he knows he should stabilize your position so he wraps his arms around your middle. Keeping you pressed up against him and the sensation is dizzying, the way it feels like he's consumed you body and soul. He has you trapped and overstimulated without meaning too. All he knows is that you're nearly screaming with pleasure, writhin' n squirmin' all cute. Mouth hanged open and tongue lolling out. He wants to kiss you. Wants your hot mouth on his. So he presses himself a little closer, hitting a little deeper than necessary and all of a sudden his plan to steal a quick kiss like a little shit has you reeling back ang cumming your brains out. You make a mess im return, hole getting tighter and tighter until you're milking Si all of he's worth. "Shit. Shit, shit– cumming. Sorry, m' cumming, cum– Fuckk." He reaches his peak and what feels like euphoria. Flooding your hole with hot, sticky cum. And you find yourself being tipped over the edge a second time.

Loser! Simon who just pants about you, you groan at the creeping feeling of soreness in your body and Si thinks you might be feeling uncomfortable. Pulling his now soft cock out of your used hole. The breeze hitting your sensitive spots make you hiss, followed by a whimper as you feel the evidence of tonights rendezvous flow out and trickle down your thighs. Not a another second passes by before you feel the comfortable weight of a jacket being wrapped over your form. He helps you up on shaky legs and offers to take you back to his place. Looking for a round 2?

a/n: this is shitty but m' horny so eh, m' so sorry that this took so long anon 😭 trying to clear out my inbox y'all. Double upload yeyy, this was still kinda bad, still trying to get back in the zone

Yours, truly,

–Dolly

[onepieceisreeeeaaalll]

I'm Yours - Sanji x Fem!Reader

Here's a blurb I wrote on a whim last night! Life's been so busy, and I have a small case of the blues right now, which is why I have so many drafts but haven't been posting. I barely proofread this, and it's not my proudest work, but I think I'm just overthinking it. I'll probably edit it a little like I always do. Hope you enjoy!

CW: NSFW! Dominant-ish Sanji, gendered terms for reader, "pretty girl, etc", implied jealousy, slightly dominant reader at end? just a little?

~1.3k words

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Sanji pushes you back against the wall of the kitchen, his hands pawing helplessly at the buttons of your shirt that protect your skin from his eager assault. His lips connect with yours in a sloppy, heated mess, the taste of nicotine distinct and bitter on your tongue. Teeth gnash against one another until the cook finally withdraws from your lips, a line of saliva tethering you both as he moves to pepper hungry nips at your neck.

“Angel…” He murmurs, his tongue lapping where your jaw connects to your neck. “I can’t breathe without you.”

You’ve never seen Sanji like this - ravenous, desperate, bold. His erection presses and grinds against your leg with a force that has your back pressed firmly to the wall where he’s trapped you. You’re not sure what started this, why tonight he’s decided to pull you aside and ravage you, but you’re in no position to stop the hands that worked so hard to open up the path to your now exposed chest. Ordinarily, sex with Sanji is slow, romantic, perhaps cherished. It’s as much a joining of souls as it is bodies, a spiritual union that binds you together by love and desire. You’ve been reduced to a helpless puddle, brought to the shaky state of euphoria so many times by the way he caresses you so gently, whispering sweet nothings into your ear with every careful ministration of his body against yours. Tonight is different, though. Your boyfriend is, bluntly, a horny mess and you’re just as turned on by it as you would be otherwise.

“Sanji…baby, what’s gotten into you?” You breathe, your voice shaky. You can feel his hands work with expert precision to undo the buttons of your pants, not wasting a single moment to expose more of your skin to him.

“Just need to be inside you, my love.”

There’s no decorum this time. No bells, whistles, or languid motions meant to undo you slowly but surely until you’re sunk into a state of pure bliss. Sanji’s movements are laced with a sense of urgency, his words deep and throaty as he slips a hand down the front of your panties. The confusion you feel from this show of desire doesn’t last long. The moment his fingers begin to swirl on your clit, they rub smooth, fast circles against it. Your head falls back against the wall, a soft ‘thud’ being the only sound heard aside from the heavy breathing filling the room.

“Sanji…” You moan, your eyes fluttering shut as the pleasurable movements start to make you feel so vulnerable, your sex soaking through the material of your thin panties.

Sanji tuts, and you feel a hand on your jaw, firm but somehow still careful, pulling your face upright. Your eyes open in surprise, finding Sanji looking at you with a glazed-over, almost predatory glint.

“Come on, gorgeous. Watch me while I make you come on my fingers.”

Your face heats up in a way that’s unfamiliar to you. He can hear the way your breath hitches at his words, and a small smirk rises to his lips. His fingers slide further into your folds before two of them find their way into your aching, swollen entrance. There’s no warming up needed, and with little resistance, his fingers work to pump into you. Sanji grinds his palm against your clit, using the the limited space in your underwear to give him better leverage.

“Already so wet for me. My needy, pretty girl.” He praises, his smirk widening as his fingers curl and scissor inside of you. “Getting her nice and ready for my cock.”

Your eyes widen at his words, and before you can get a chance to question him, pleasured gasps begin to leave your lips. You can’t take your eyes off of him, not for a second, and you can feel your velvet walls clench around his fingers at the sight of his devilish smirk.

“S-Sanji…” You whimper, unable to control the way the pleasure is building up in you. With every brush of your g-spot, your pussy seems to clamp down on his fingers more, making it so much harder for him to move his fingers. Sanji doesn’t relent, though, instead continuing to guide his fingers and pump them into your throbbing cunt.

“Beautiful, mon ceur. Breathtaking.” Sanji says, his voice low and breathy. His chest is rising and falling rapidly, his arousal clear by the way he grinds his clothed cock against your thigh. “I love watching you fall apart for only me.”

You can’t take it. His palm grinding into your clit, his fingers deep in your pussy, his praise - it’s all too much, entirely too good, and the heat in your gut swirls inside you like an inferno. Your hands grip at his shoulders, digging into his shirt as you feel the rapidly approaching climax start to take control. Your hips buck against him like a woman possessed, desperately seeking the friction that’s threatening to overwhelm you.

“Please…Sanji, honey, I-”

“Come for me, angel. Ride my fingers and tell me that you're mine.” Sanji rasps, his eyes intensely locked on yours, as if wanting to see the exact moment you tip over.

"I'm-...Sanji, I'm yours, I'm-!" You chant, breathless and desperate as that pleasure builds so deep inside of your core with every brush of your g-spot.

Your face contorts slowly, your mouth dropping open as your orgasm hits you. A white-hot euphoria fills your veins as you buck helplessly against his hand, clutching and keening from the effort. Sanji doesn’t let up, his fingers coaxing as much pleasure out of you as possible as you whine for him. Slowly, once he feels your walls fluttering in that perfect way, he extracts his hand from your panties and pops his fingers into his mouth. He hums, closing his eyes to savor the taste before finally setting his hand back on your hip and meeting your gaze again.

You’re panting, sweaty, and nearly slack-jawed.

“What the hell was that?” You finally ask, a breathless laugh leaving you.

“Mosshead wouldn’t stop looking at you during dinner. And then he pulled you aside when the meal was done.” Sanji responds, giving you a shy smile. “I’m sorry, angel. I just couldn’t stand it.”

Your mind works hard to retread through the events of that night, and as the cogs turn in your head, a sudden realization makes your heart pound, and a small laugh slips from your lips.

You quirk an eyebrow at him, an almost devious smile rising to your lips. “Oh, so that’s what this was about? Baby, Zoro was just telling me I had some food in my hair. Apparently it was there after Luffy tore into dinner like the little monster he is.”

The only sound for a long moment that can be heard is the buzzing from the refrigerator. Finally, Sanji lets out a sigh, taking a small step back from you, the tips of his ears turning that familiar shade of pink.

“Well, then…” He mumbles, his eyes shifting to the ground. His foot gently traces the floorboard of the kitchen, one of his hands instinctually moving to his pocket in search of his pack of cigarettes.

You let out a soft laugh, hands moving to pull him by the lapels of his jacket closer to you.

“You don’t have to worry about that swordsman. Or anyone else for that matter.” You assure him, pulling him just a tad closer. “I’m yours, Sanji. Through and through.”

The way Sanji’s eyes light up makes your heart melt, and you swear in this moment that nothing else could ever be more perfect than the way he looks at you.

“I’ll never let you regret it, mon amour. I’m yours, too.” He responds softly, his voice unwavering and steady.

His lips gently press into yours, his hand moving to cup the back of your neck softly, tenderly. Your lips move together before parting, lingering.

“You know, I didn’t mind you being so dominant. It was really sexy.” You mumble against his lips.

You hear him gasp softly when your hand connects with his erection still present in his slacks. It’s not surprising to you that, even in his embarrassment, he hasn’t gone soft. He has an erection damn near every time you both speak, let alone kiss. Your hand gently rubs at his length, and he gasps again when you lean forward to nip at his lip.

“Let me show you just how much I’m yours.”

[ouroborosorder]

big fan of harpygirls i see

you do not understand the love in my heart for anime harpygirls. if i could be a harpy i would. my hands aren't important. i have wings. it's better.because you have to hold things with the little bent elbows on the end like they're little paws covered in feathers. that's the pinnacle. the way that harpygirls groom their feathers usually as some sort of gag or physical comedy or blatant excuse for being horny but i'm fine with that because i will always be horny for harpies. and the way that we've all unilaterally agreed on chestwraps for harpies, the single hottest article of clothing, with the wings providing the color contrast that a jacket would normally provide, mimicking the effect of the S+ tier "chestwrap with a big jacket" combo,, but the visual balance is restored due to the big talons, meaning that overall a perfectly balanced design where verything exists in a perfect harmony. the fact that harpygirl colors are blue! green! purple! those are the harpy colors! and they're all perfect! sometimes you get harpies designed to mimic actual birds and they're literally peak because how do you design a character carrying the visual traits of a bird into a human design conveys a lot about how much you love the bird and what traits on the bird you deam critical. and they're versatile!!! you like knifeplay? they got talons. you into tickling? feathers, baby. you like... egg stuff? not for me, don't understand it, but i've got great news about the amount of harpy egg porn on the internet. you want art of a cute girl screaming at people? harpies. there;s nothing they can't do. no, that's a lie. There's many things they cannot do. the fact that they do what they do and they do it perfectly. they are beautiful birds, nothing more and nothing less. this is the appeal of the harpygirl. you must love harpies. i wish i was a harpy. i want to kiss a harpy. if i could design myself a vtuber avatar it would be a fucking harpy just so i could look at it and pretend for a single moment that i am a harpy. i feel the same way about harpies that laios dungeon meshi feels about beastmen. i respect them and also want to be them and also want to fuck them. do you understand. the worst day of my life was learning about the arknights liberi because from then on my next question was "can they be a harpy" and the answer is a resounding "not really." and to this day it haunts me. i genuinely have considered comissioning art of a harpygirl i can use as an avatar just so i can go through my day with even a fraction of the gender euphoria i experience when i see a harpy. do you get it. do you UDNERSTAND.

[adorehyyuka]

cutie!hyuka <3

smut mdni

warnings: the dom & sub dynamic is a bit less prominent in this drabble, Kai's a virgin and reader is not, readers gender is not talked about and neither is their specific genitalia, dacryphilia ? praise, penetration, friends to ? big dick Kai, belly bulge, I don't really like how this turned out just because I fussed over it so much :/

your best friend was a virgin. huening kai was a virgin. he told you so himself, with flushed cheeks and teary eyes from embarrassment. he looked so deliciously pathetic you almost felt some sympathy for him. the only thing that was stopping you from feeling that sympathy was the sudden and overwhelming urge to fuck him into the couch.

and he was just so appreciative that you'd help him out, like the sweet best friend you'd always been.

kai was breathless after you pulled away from his lips and started kissing down his throat. every sensation felt like euphoria to him. his skin under your fingertips burned like nothing else ever had. every time your lips touched him he felt like he was being transported to heaven. nothing could ever beat this feeling.

"y/n. . ." kai whimpered as your knee brushed against his crotch. you chuckled against the skin of his neck, grinning like a cheshire cat when you felt his hips lift up in order to feel more of you.

"gotta be patient baby" you whispered in his ear whilst your hands continued to run all over his body, gripping and groping places you knew he'd keen for more of. and just as you expected your words were met with eager nods and cute little whimpers.

god he looked so pretty. his brown eyes filled with lust pleading up at you, begging for you to just touch him already. and his glossy lips that were parted just right, they were practically demanding to be kissed until bruised.

"so fucking beautiful. . ."

you'd never really felt this way about your best friend before. he'd always just been huening kai to you, huening kai your goofy best friend. but now as you stared at each other, hips pressed desperately against one anothers, you couldn't help the way your heart fluttered. (or maybe it was just the horniness getting to you)

"please, need you to touch me. . . it hurts" Kai mewled out and started to squeeze the flesh of your plush thighs, hands feeling anywhere they could reach. you shivered under his touch and quickly gave in, pulling his sweats down along with his boxers which he gladly helped kick off.

it was a little perverted but after having those words whispered in your ear and a kiss pressed right below your jaw you couldn't help but hurry along with your movements, you'd never tell Kai but you were desperate to have him.

to say you were stunned when your eyes landed on Kai's dick was an understatement. he was fucking massive. you unconsciously bit your lip and felt yourself clench around nothing, would it even fit ?

you shamelessly stared down at his crotch, thirsty eyes drinking up his fat mushroom tip that just looked so yummy. you could only imagine how heavenly it would feel to have him poking that good spot inside of you. "fuck. . . you're so big Kai"

your words alone had him twitching against his stomach, he swore he could come right then and there. but he decided to hold out once he noticed you pulling down your trousers and undergarments.

the next few minutes were a blur. there was so much teasing and touching that it made Kai's mind numb, all he could do was sit there prettily and huff out high pitched mewls into the crook of your neck whilst you did what you wanted with him (which was mostly just fondling and worshiping everything above his hips) but you made sure to bring him out of his daze once you started bouncing up and down on his cock.

it was loud to say the least, your ass smacking against the meat of his thighs every time you came back down, the sound of slick and sticky skin rubbing against each other, and of course the sound of both of your whimpers and moans mingling in the air. you wouldn't blame your neighbours if they came knocking at your door tomorrow.

Kai's head rolled back against the sofa and his lips parted in a silent moan, the way you were squeezing so tight had him borderline delirious, god why hadn't he done this sooner ? he cursed himself in his mind and prayed to god that his dick was good enough to have you coming back for more, now that he'd felt your velvety insides there was absolutely no way you could have an innocent friendship anymore.

"you're making me feel so fucking good" you groaned out in-between curses and moans. he was rubbing up against you so well, his fat cock stretching out your greedy hole which was more than pleased to swallow all of him.

he stared up at you, hips bucking and quivering once he saw how blissful your face was, he had no doubt he probably looked the same. " 'm so close, gonna come. . ." Kai whimpered and scrunched the cushions between his balled up fists.

you took note of his words, how he twitched inside of you and slowed your movements, taking to grinding yourself against him instead.

"not yet, baby. you've been so good for me, just a little longer yeah ?"

your halt in bouncing and your words had him shaking his head and whining out. "can't ! you feel too good, please don't stop !" at this point your languid movements were bringing tears to his eyes, his delicate lashes clumping together with the liquid, but he knew you liked that.

he knew because of the way he felt you flutter around him. and because of the way you let out a gutteral moan, lifting your body to start jumping up and down on him again.

"shit, your dick is absolutely perfect,, can practically feel you in my stomach." you whispered before slamming your lips onto Kai's and letting your mouths swallow each other's shameless sounds.

the last straw for Kai was when you grabbed his hand and pressed it against the bottom of your stomach, making him grope the small bulge he was creating. he let out a choked wail and bit down on your lip, stomach twisting in pleasure as he spilled inside of you. he knew for sure you would be doing this again.

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© hyyukas

tag list is open ! @cinnikoi @zzstar @mini-mews

[sirenmoth]

New Life Purpose

DUB-CON/NONCON, rough sex, biting?, marking, possesive creature is horny, belly bulge, gender neutral as it can be, aphrodisiac, gender neutral reader

Your arms flayed around as they tried to find something to grip on to, to help with the brutal thrusts from the being behind you, legs numb from the lack of use having been in this position for what seems like days, the only movement that keeps the tingly feeling present is the repetitive back and forth.

Face down. Ass up.

Your eyes rolled back as they hit your sweet spot over and over, the side of your face pressed into the ground below burns by the friction caused by the powerful thrusts. You can’t even tell if what’s fucking you is even human as you didn’t get a good look at it before a sicky sweet aroma that made your head spin and knees weak entered your system. Rewiring you brain. Everything burned. You felt hot and cold at the same time, an ache in the depths of your abdomen that needed to be soothed, a thirst that needed to be quenched.

“fuuuccc-mmm~” you moan, lound an unashamed as another orgasm is ripped from you, unable to remember how many you had after your brain turned to mush, being clouded by lustful euphoria. Your vocabulary is reduced to nothing but whines, moans, whimpers and the occasional babble of nonsensical words and phrases. Whatever was making you feel good was hitting all the right spots before pulling away only to come back harder, abusing your hole over and over and over, reapplying the same spite-lube like substance to aid in your torment, what didn’t find its way into your stretched open hole, dripped down the inside of your thighs, mixing with yours and that things cum.

A heavy weight leaned over you, pressing you further into the ground, making you completely immoblie much to your confusion and adding to your arousal. Knowing you could’ve escaped earlier and didn’t, and now fate is permanently sealed as yet another one of its loads explodes inside you, making your belly swell even more and press uncomfortably into the surface below. The creatured punctuated, with what you assumed to be claws or teeth, in the junction where your neck and shoulders meet, a mark to claim you as its, dragging a low whine out of you as you humped back on to its appendage that was still inside of you, the creature semmed content with watching you struggle, watching you slur out begs and please for it to fuck you again, to make you feel good, to cum. It wasn;t until you felt what you considered hands or arms appear back on your hips that you moan in relief, it was just resting and was far from done with you.

[anti-terf-posts]

I wanna take t for all the wrong reasons.

Sorry team, I'm the diversity loss. I wanna take t to get more visible muscle and win arm wrestles. I wanna take t for the t dick. I wanna take t to get smelly. I'm literally evil and "the problem" to every chronically online terf out there. I'm the trans man every single one of them are talking about.

I wanna be the vaguely horny surfer boy disney sitcom archetype. That's my gender euphoria and the bigots HATE it.

i support you 👏 whatever makes you happy, friend!!

[astrobolical]

Hi hi! I saw you write for Obey Me and was wondering if I could request Mammon, Satan, and Beel with a reader that holds their horns during sex? It’s perfectly fine if you don’t want to!

Grabbing a demon by the horns -

Content Warnings: Ns.fw! MDNI!!, sex in a shared area, riding, biting, growling/slightly animalistic reactions, horny as hell demons, sub-ish Mammon (kinda), oral (GN Receiving), unprotected sex, creampies

Reader: Gender Neutral

Characters: Mammon, Satan, Beelzebub

Hi!! You absolutely can, I love this idea! (Two of my favourites, too ahhhhh!) This was super fun to write, so I hope you like how it turned out! I love how easily these guys can just… do things. They’re insanely strong, capable and absolutely putty in MC’s hands anyway.

I fully believe Mammon’s horns are much stronger than they appear— so he doesn’t need to worry about a human grabbing them being damaging. I think the only brother that would really need to ‘worry’ about that might be Levi, but even then it’d just be the smaller offshoots on his horns, and they’d repair quickly anyway.

Thank you so much for requesting this!

Hands rested against the skin of your hips, grip tentative as Mammon hesitated to guide the pace, to fuck up into you until your hips ached. You could see it in the way his half-lidded eyes stared at where the two of you were connected, the way his hips twitched beneath you in a desperate, needy motion. All bravado stripped from him as you straddled him, raising your hips tantalizingly slowly so only his head remained inside.

“Fuck, MC, yer gonna kill me.” He groaned, head falling back against the pillows strewn across his bed. Slowly you sink yourself back down onto his cock until you are fully seated on his hips, grinding yourself into him, enjoying the way his mouth falls open, little whimpers and moans gracing your ears. His cock twitched, aching for release, precum leaking as he bit his lip.

You allowed yourself to fall forward, arms caging the demon between them, increasing the friction between the two of you, the arousal palpable. Sharp teeth find your wrist as Mammon turns his head to nip, eyes screwed shut as your pace picks up, muffling his little whimpers and cries with your skin.

When your thrusts stilled once more he let out a cry of frustration, the euphoria he’d been feeling slipping through his fingers once again. Your little giggle above him letting him know you knew exactly what you were doing to him, dragging these noises from your demon who would never normally allow you to hear them so easily. “MC!” He whines, cock pulsing. “Come on!”

“Aww, Mammon, wanna cum that bad?” He huffed, glaring up at you as he bit down particularly harshly, causing you to sit back and withdraw your arms from his reach.

Suddenly the hands on your hips gripped tightly, indenting your skin with inevitable bruises in the shape of his fingertips, nails digging in and leaving crescent moon shaped reminders of what was about to happen. Mammon lifted you easily before his hips surged forward to follow.

The motion sent you tumbling forward again, catching yourself on the first purchase that your scrambling hands could find. Mammon was relentless, thrusting upwards with abandon, stilling only momentarily as your hands gripped the horns protruding from his head.

He gave you no time to adjust your grip, growling at the feeling of the pressure your hands provided, as if a switch had been flipped within him.

His eyes narrowed, bouncing you impossibly faster on his dick, ignoring your little pleas to slow, the little cries of his name. “Hold on ‘ta me MC, yer not gettin’ away now.” Despite his bold words you could see the blush on his cheeks, his horns sensitive to your grip as you moved your hands downwards towards his scalp. The base of his horns being touched only adds fuel to his already desperate need for you.

“Wanna fuck you full, MC.” He whimpered, the truth coming forth as he lost himself to the heat of your body, the connection between the two of you, the erotic sight of you losing yourself above him. “Fuck, please, lemme cum inside.”

You nodded erratically, breathless as each powerful thrust knocked the wind from your lungs. The obscene sounds from where skin met skin echoing within Mammon’s room, the way he whimpered and moaned out your name as he neared the edge— it all proved too much as you came undone.

Mammon’s cock twitches as he empties out inside of you shortly after, your tight hole milking him through your own orgasm, his hot cum filling you. He rides out his orgasm before lifting you from his hips, watching the mix of fluids trickle down your thighs, dripping down onto him and he curses at the very sight, heat rushing downwards once again, flipping you onto your back.

You use his horns to pull him downwards into a breathless kiss, and Mammon groans. “Damn, MC…”

He presses himself back into you, not giving you time to recuperate. “Need ya. Need ya again, MC.” He presses his horns into your grip, clearly enjoying the way your hands massage the base where they connect to him. Who were you to deny your precious demon what he needs?

A hot tongue pressed against your sex, hungrily devouring all you had to offer, licking anywhere he could. Satan enjoyed the taste of your body, nestled between your thighs and watching each contortion of your face as he pleasured you. He could feel every twitch of your thighs beneath his fingers, how they tightened around him when he moved his tongue just right.

Hot breath ghosting across your skin made you whimper, the predatorial look in his eyes making your heart race and the heat rushed through you. Satan looked as though he was starving just for you, as if you were the only thing that could fulfill him in that moment. Sharp teeth threatened your most sensitive area, a hint of danger that had your adrenaline pumping, as if simply being at the mercy of the Avatar of Wrath wasn’t enough.

You begged for him, craving how it felt when he filled you, the way his body pressed down against yours, how possessive it could feel to have him hovering over you. “Not yet, MC.” He grumbled into your sex, grinning at how needy you were for him already.

In your desperation you reached out, grabbing onto his horns and tugging him forward roughly, burying him between your thighs to urge him to hurry. What you were met with made your body feel as though it had been set ablaze. Satan snarled, gripping the plush of your thighs in warning as he sat up, wrenching his horns away from you in the process. Though the noise was frighteningly feral, you could see the way his tail swayed behind him, how the fire in his eyes seemed to ignite further— oh, he’d liked that.

“Impatient, are we MC?” He crooned, his hand trailing up your abdomen. “Think it’s funny to grab a demon like that?”

“Grabbing my demon like that.” You corrected, though not as confidently as you’d intended. The look in his eyes alone had you pinned in place, and your voice was lost as you replied in a small whisper.

Satan wasted no more time, complying to your impulses, lifting your legs over his shoulders in one motion and pressing you down hard into the floor of his room where you’d been reading together, mindful of the haphazard towers of books around you.

His cock filled you suddenly, without warning, and you cried out his name in surprise. “You’re so tight for me, MC.” He hummed as you frantically searched for something, anything, to hold to ground yourself as his body rocks into yours, barely hearing his teasing words and tone. Instead you hear his growl as you once again grab him by the horns, pulling him down even if it bends you further in half, pulling him until you can just reach him to press a messy kiss against his mouth.

Satan adjusts readily, tail now lashing at the feeling of being pulled at your whim, riling the already lustful man up further. You’re sure your body will be bruised with the sheer strength behind each thrust, that you’ll leave with deep bites as he tries to restrain himself and mark you as his all at the same time.

He looks almost wild, instincts alight and running rampant with each tug of his horns, each fumble to keep yourself steady.

You lost track of time, senses narrowed in only on the demon using your body for his pleasure, chasing your own high along with him. Each orgasm he ripped from your body leaving you shaking, your limbs weak and your hole spasming around him.

When Satan cums, it’s deep within you, wrenching his horns from your grasp so he can bury his face into your neck, biting down harshly as he growls. His tail still lashing wildly from side to side, a shiver running down his spine as he marks you as his inside and out. “Satan…” you whine, quivering at the pain and pleasure you were lost in.

“It’s okay, MC.” He panted, licking the deep mark he left on your neck before he sat back, staying connected with you as long as he could. “I’ll take care of you.”

A flurry of motion, your back pressed against the coolness of the nearby wall. Contrasting the sheer, overwhelming warmth that overtook you as Beelzebub pressed impossibly close. Large hands moved you with ease, your body weighing nothing to him as he kept you aloft. Your legs wrapping needlessly around his waist, locking him into the proximity he’d set, though you knew he’d never back away now, not when everything he wanted was right before him.

His cock, hard, twitching and desperate for you, pressed deep within you without further warning. Filling you, so deeply buried in your tight heat, his growl mixing with the low moan that spilled from you. So deep, so searingly warm, Beelzebub filled you completely.

His eyes filled with a hunger only you could satiate, his lips greedily claiming yours to stifle your moans as he rocked his hips into yours. Whimpering whispers of his name, flooding out like a mantra, you claw at his back, his shoulders, anywhere your hands could find purchase as his thrusts rocked your entire body, bouncing you perfectly back down onto him.

“Shhh, MC.” He growled, wary of being found in such a precarious situation, yet finding the thought exhilarating at the same time. The contrasting feelings brought a sense of excitement, making your heart race faster, the coil in your belly tightening and the heat consuming your body.

Tremors rippled through your spine as he hit that perfect spot inside of you, blinding pleasure flooding through you and you pressed your lips to his in a desperate attempt to quiet the moans. A deep groan rumbled from Beelzebub, the vibrations tickling your tongue. Your hands moved from his shoulders to bury themselves in his hair, tugging him as close as you could.

Soon your fingers met the plated bumps of his horns, the surface smooth, and you gently massaged the base. A rumbling, loud growl escaped the demon holding you, hips jerking forward erratically at the feeling, and you gripped his horns like a lifeline.

You pulled him by his horns, Beelzebub’s hip stuttering as he pulled away from you, however slightly. His eyes blown wide, overtaken entirely by the dark, hungry lust he had for you but you could see the concern in his gaze as his pace slowed, his breathing laboured. One hand touched your cheek, gently guiding you to meet his gaze, still holding you steady with ease despite the movement.

“Are… you alright?” He breathed, his body shaking as he restrained himself from continuing to take you, to devour you. “Did I hurt you, MC?”

“What?” You stuttered, whining at the loss of the pleasure that had you teetering over the edge just a moment before. “No, no Beel, I’m okay. Please…” You desperately wiggled your hips, silently pleading for him to start again, to give you what you both needed. You pulled his horns again, his time to guide his mouth to yours.

Reassured, Beelzebub’s worry faded away, his wings chittering behind him as he began his brutal pace again. The sound of his skin against yours echoing in the quiet of the kitchen, moonlight filtering through the window.

His grunts, breathing, and growls all you could hear, his scent overwhelming, Beelzebub overwhelmed every sense you had. “Beel, Beel, please—“

Waves of pleasure overtook you as you came undone from his cock alone, grip tightening on his horns and you could feel his grip on your hips tighten, a loud moan coming from your demon as you tightened around him.

Beelzebub pressed in one final time, stilling as his cock twitched, releasing into you, filling you even more, making you unbearably warm. You kissed him, finally releasing his horns in favour of cupping his face in your palms, only moving far enough away to rest your forehead against his as you parted, panting.

“I’m glad you’re okay, MC.” He whispered, nuzzling his forehead into yours, not releasing you from his hold. “When you grabbed my horns I was worried you were trying to stop me.”

“Never, Beel, you’ve never hurt me.” You smiled, touched that even in the throes of passion Beelzebub was still concerned with your safety over his own pleasure. “I’m sorry I just grabbed them like that.”

He laughed, finally pulling himself from your warmth, though still holding you closely. “Don’t be, MC. Next time, will you grab my horns again…?”

You stared at him a moment, before realizing that it must have felt good to Beel. “Of course.” It was your turn to laugh, tucking away that information for the next time you and Beel would have some fun together.

[xochimillilili]

There is something so euphoric about having cute people just about throwing themselves at me, asking if they can cum, to let them touch themselves, that they love me, that I'm so hot, if I can breed them, how they want my cock inside of them filling them up.

And I am just a guy. Wearing frilly pink pajamas. No cock at all. Listening to fucking Laufey. Taking my antidepressant with hot chocolate.

I am experiencing levels of gender euphoria I didn't know were possible. I am feeling seen in ways I didn't know I could be seen.

Horny trans people I love you all forever and ever and ever.

[pannman]

You mentioned Angel Dust wanting to suck on his boyfriends clitoral growth when the T starts kicking in. I was wondering if I could request something about Angel doing that?

Winner Winner

You had started to feel the discomfort down there with clitoral growth. It was also extremely sensitive. You got such a rush of gender euphoria from jacking off. It felt so good. You were also extra horny all the time. Angel was pleased with that part. Happy to help.

You felt yourself getting hard during one of the trust exercises Charlie had planned. Apparently you were to partner up and do a one legged race. You picked your boyfriend obviously. And the two of you hopped around. It was ridiculous but at one point you had tripped and the two of you came crashing down. Angel on top of you. You're cheeks turned red and Angel took advantage of that. "Wow you must really want me on top of you." He flirted. He grinded a little and that was all it took to mess you up.

He initially planned to just tease you and leave you all hot and bothered but you weren't gonna let him get away with that. Two can play at that game. You finished the race (in last place) and then you pretended to drop something and bent down with your ass in Angel's face. Angel retaliated with a slap on your cheeks. You jolted up face turning red but he couldn’t see you so you played it off easy. You grabbed his hand and dragged him off as soon as you were dismissed for the day.

You pulled him into your room and closed the door behind you. "You wanted play games, but it looks like I'm the winner" Angel boasted seductively. You let him have this. "Yeah, you did. Do you want your prize?" You began to unzip your pants and Angel's eyes grew wide. "Yes daddy. I'm ready for my prize." He said hungrily. You pulled down your pants and boxers and revealed your clitoral growth. Angel got down on his knees and crawled to you. Eyes on your dick before he made it to you and latched his top set of hands onto you your hips. He pulled you to him and kissed up your thigh.

When he kissed the tip the hardness had made it so painfully sensitive the tiny act alone made you shudder. His mouth went on your dick. You gasped at the feeling. The gender euphoria of seeing him his mouth on it and the feeling of it send a wave of happiness along with pleasure. Sucking and bobbing his heading. His tongue swirled around it. You moaned in delight. "Yes. Fuck... Keep that up." You mumbled. His pace got faster. And you grabbed at his hair pulling him in as you bucked into him instinctively. His other set of hands were on his own dick, stroking it. You felt a knot forming in your stomach while his actions grew faster. On both your growth and on his own dick.

He payed close attention to what was working for you despite playing with himself at the same time. Getting himself off was practically muscle memory at this point. He knew what was doing its what he did for a living. You felt the knot finally snap and you whined loudly. Angel not long after also cummed. You breathed heavily struggling to stand for a second before smashing your lips onto Angel and pinning him onto the bed. This was far from over and both of you knew it.