Content: A Little Misunderstanding Regarding Lucas's Feelings About His Boyfie In A Skirt: Part 1

Content: A little misunderstanding regarding Lucas's feelings about his boyfie in a skirt: Part 1

Content Warnings: N/A

Context: I ran out of steam near the end and lost the motivation to finish. I'll make a part 2 at some point.

Lucas had been distant for the past few days. Ever since Jude asked him how he'd look in a skirt, it's been as if there was a sort of bubble around him that he was determined to stay out of. Jude knew skirts were usually a “girl thing” but he was curious. Especially since Lucas seemed to really enjoy seeing them. He'd never admit it but Jude could tell. Whenever Lucas saw a woman in a skirt, it was like how an animal's ears perked up when something caught their attention. The only difference would be that it was Jude wearing the piece of fabric instead of a woman. A difference Jude didn't think Lucas would care too much about but apparently he was wrong. Lucas responded with a “You'd look nice.” and hadn't looked at him longer than a second since.

“Lucas, would you rather be with a woman?” Jude suddenly asked while accompanying his partner on one of his smokes on the back porch. “... What?” Lucas asked, glancing at Jude before quickly shifting his gaze to look just over the atra's shoulder. “Would you rather be with a woman?” Jude repeated himself. “N-no?” Lucas answered, confused. “Do you wish I was a woman?” Jude asked. “No?” Lucas answered, now looking directly at Jude for what felt like the first time in months. Jude felt heat rise up into his face as the roles were reversed and it was him who couldn't bring himself to look at Lucas. “Have you… lost interest in me?” He asked, suddenly uncomfortable under the gaze he had missed so badly. “Of course not. Where's this coming from?” Lucas's cold shoulder melted almost instantly with a warmth that caught Jude off guard. “Do you dislike the idea of me wearing a skirt?” Jude asked. Face hot with embarrassment. “No, I just-” Lucas took a step back. “I think you'd look nice in a skirt.” He murmured, turning his face away. “Then why haven't you been able to look at me since I asked about it?” Jude's shyness gave way to frustration. Lucas bit at the butt of his cigarette before letting out a sigh. “Jude, is it ok if I show you something?” He asked. Turning just enough to catch Jude out of the corner of his eye, holding the cigarette in a way that covered the lower half of his face with his hand. Jude didn't say anything verbally but he would've made it clear if his answer had been a no. Lucas took a drag before letting out the smoke in a breath of anxious irritation. “You have to close your eyes first. I'm gonna have you feel something.” He pussyfooted. Jude shot him a look before doing as Lucas said. He felt the man gently grab his wrist and lightly guide it. He heard some shifting before Lucas's voice. “You ready?” The man asked. Jude nodded, heart pounding in anticipation. He trusted Lucas but couldn't dull his senses down. Like a cat with its fur sticking upright. He didn't know what he expected but almost jumped when the almost of his hand made contact with something solid. An outline of something protruding from what felt like denim. “You feel that?” Lucas's breath was raspy as he guided the atra's hand up its length. Jude nodded. Is this his- “You can open your eyes now.” Lucas breathed. Jude's suspicion was confirmed as he opened his eyes to see the palm of his hand cupping Lucas's crotch. “I didn't wanna make you feel like- you had to wear something you didn't wanna wear just to please me.” Lucas struggled to keep his composure as he spoke. “But I think you'd look really, really nice in a skirt.” He shuddered. The light brush of Jude's hand making his cock twitch visibly in his pants as every fiber of his being begged for more.

Jude swallowed the drool that had started to collect in his mouth as he held Lucas's member. He had never wanted anything down his throat more. Lucas let go of Jude's wrist once he felt the atra pull away. “S-sorry.” He apologized, assuming it was out of discomfort. “I shouldn't've done that without telling you first. ‘M sorry. I wasn't thinking. You just make me so-” Lucas started to ramble as Jude pushed him back enough to stand. “Lucas.” He interrupted. “Sit down.” He said.

Content: Some somewhat rough sex between two male OCs of mine

Content Warnings: Biting, light choking, maybe not primal play but definitely not vanilla either, kinda forcefull but not forced

Lucas's trembling hands were fumbling with the house key when Jude opened the door for him from the other side. "Shit." Lucas had planned on coming home, spending some quality time with his right hand in the bathroom, calming himself down with a cigarette, and having his shit together by the time Jude got home from doing whatever it was he did to occupy himself while Lucas was at work. But here Jude was. Standing in some basketball shorts and one of Lucas's T-shirts, locs pulled back, smelling like bodywash. Lucas couldn't help himself.

Before Jude could open his mouth to say anything, Lucas's lips were pressed against his. He hadn't even made it through the door. He was just so... he needed Jude and he needed him now. Jude pushed the door shut as Lucas pulled him into the kiss. “Lucas, I need to- lock- the door.” Jude tried to break away but Lucas held him strong. He turned around to pin the atra against the door. Holding him with one hand and twisting the bottom lock with his other as he hungrily kissed at Jude's neck. “Lucas, what's gotten into yo-” Jude started before gasping at the feeling of Lucas's teeth digging into his trapezius. Lucas was a large man, 6'1 and muscular. He was aware of his strength and normally tried to hold back his aggression until he was certain that his partner wanted it and even then he restrained himself until was pushed over the edge. This was completely out of character but Jude certainly wasn't going to ask him to stop.

“‘M sorry. 'M sorry.” Lucas murmured between kisses. “I've been so horny all day an' -" he paused to leave a hickey. "I've been thinking about you an'- what I wanna do to you an'- needing you all fuckin' day." He couldn't pull himself away long enough to speak. "I need you. I need you- I need you- I need you." Precum crated a wet spot in his work khakis.

“Upstairs.” Jude hummed, bringing Lucas back up to his mouth for a french kiss. Lucas reached down and lifted Jude onto his waist. The friction causing him to tug a fistful of Lucas's hair as the man carried him up the stairs. Lucas closed the bedroom door with a kick while Jude unclipped his lanyard with a tug and tossed it aside, kissing beneath Lucas's chin with a hand lightly squeezing around his neck, feeling his Adam's apple bob against his palm. Lucas laid him on the bed while the two undressed themselves. Judes hair had come down at some point but he'd find the band later. Lucas's dick sprung free from his boxers, so red with blood it almost looked purple purple, precum leaking down the veiny shaft. He pressed a finger against Jude's entrance to find it had already been stretched. He looked up at the atra who somehow managed to look so adorably embarrassed in such a rated-X situation. "I've been thinking about you too but you were at work so I-" his voice trailed off. Lucas was going to fuck this man stupid.

He spread the atra's legs open and pushed himself inside. Jude fit around him like a glove one size too small. He didn't give time for Jude to adjust to the stretch before fucking him in missionary. He normally would've but he wasn't thinking straight. His mind was going blank and his body was moving on its own in a way that had Jude seeing stars. Lucas was like an animal. Heavy grunts and guttural noises of pleasure. Jude wasn't much different. Eyes rolling back as his voice bounced with Lucas's thrusts, nails digging into skin. Pain and pleasure creating a high better than any drug. It was way too much but he was nowhere near ready for it to end. Luckily for him, Lucas was nowhere near finished.

Content: AFAB reader with clitoromegaly fingered against their will.

Content Warnings: Degrading insults, slight sadism, slight exhibitionism, non-consensual.

Context: Just a quick vent.

Extra Context: Clitoromegaly, aka macroclitoris, is when the clit of an AFAB individual is abnormally large. For example, a clit that is 2 inches in length. More info here.

They pinned you to the wall with their body while grabbing your crotch. Causing you to squirm as their warm palm rubbed over your cunt, brushing against your bulging clit. "Shameless bitch. Making a mess like this in public." They growled amorously, feeling the result of your body's betrayal leaking through your panties. You turned your face away, not wanting to look at them as they pushed your underwear to the side, feeling just how wet you had gotten. “Your pussy’s fucking drooling.” They said before pressing their fingers against your entrance. You panicked. "N-no!" You tried to push them away, earning yourself a pinch. "Don't even try. Your pussy's practically begging for it." They hissed, squeezing the shaft of your clit between their thumb and index finger with one hand before pushing their fingers into you with the other.

Content: A ghost fingers you durring class.

Content Warnings: Exhibitionism, degradation, praise, slight humiliation kink.

Context: I had a vision.

Having them whisper in your ear all day was driving you mad. "That's a good girl." They purred as you diligently took notes from the lecture. Their hands fondling your breasts, causing your mind to drift. Your breath hitched as their hands moved down your body. "Shhh. Unless you want the whole room knowing what a slut you are." They whispered, reaching beneath your skirt to rub your throbbing cunt. "Oh~" they gasped. "You really are a slut aren't you? So wet for me already." They said, reaching into your panties with one hand while rubbing a finger over your nipple with the other. "You've been waiting for this haven't you?" The spirit said, sinking two cold fingers into your pussy. Deliberately making quick movements so their fingers made a wet squelching inside of you. "You hear that? You hear how wet your pussy is for me?" They asked, fucking you even harder with their fingers, only slowing down after you let out a choked gasp. "Who's that?" You heard someone whisper as a few students looked around. The humiliation almost pushing you over the edge.

Content: Angry ramblings about my psychiatrist.

Content Warnings: Questionable consent, adultery, degrading insults, revenge sex(?), implications of medical negligence.

Context: I don't like my psychiatrist. She's a bitch and I want to have sex with her.

She makes me so mad, I just want to bend her over her desk and make her scream. If she put as much effort into being my fucking psychiatrist as she does spreading her legs for her husband, I'd probably be a completely different person by now. And she knows it too. She has to. She's just toying with me. Seeing how much of a fool she can make out of me until I finally snap and give her the dicking she's been begging for. Because why else would she be such an insufferable bitch?

That's alright though. If she wants to be a female dog so bad, I'll fuck her like one. Right in her office too. What I'd do to have that slut on her knees so I could fuck some sense into her empty skull. I'd fuck her better than her husband ever could. Give her some incentive to actually do her job. Even if it doesn't, seeing her go from a smug, shit-eating grin to drooling on my cock would probably solve all my issues by itself.

Content: A compilation of desperate ramblings, tweaked (as best as I could) for consumption: Part 2

Content Warnings: Autosexuality (I think it's called), degradation, honorifics, spanking, choking, biting.

Context: The last of my pre-written scenarios to cope with my hypersexuality.

If Satyric Nymph had a dick, it would jack off in front of a mirror so it could see all the faces it would make and watch itself cum.

Imagine being so self-obsessed that you use your own reflection as material to do something as shameless as getting off to watching yourself get off.

Ix would record it too. So ix could play it back and listen to all the slutty sounds ix made. Needy and desperate as ix fucked ixs hand and shot white ropes onto the mirror.

Satyric Nymph couldn't stop squirming. Trying not to touch itself at the thought.

Satyric Nymph wanted to squeeze ixs throbbing cock into ixs clone's tight pussy. Feel its hole tighten around ix as it squirmed. Ix wanted to pound ixs clone stupid. Ixs clone begging for mercy.

Satyric Nymph wanted to choke ixself with ixs dick. The clone sucking the soul out of ix. It wanted to watch ixs eyes roll back into ixs head. Ix wanted to make a mess.

"Fuck daddy. Master. Master. Sir." Satyric Nymph liked the sound of that. Ixs clone would call ixself sir while ix fucked itself stupid.

Fuck. It felt all weird and fuzzy inside. Ix wanted to pull ixs hand back and send ixs palm into its ass cheek. Spanking isn't enough. Ix wanted ixs dental imprint in that thing.