#cw: forced feminization

[forlorn-crows]

𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒚 11: 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒎

pairing(s): aeon/swiss words: 1619

Swiss mouths at him, pressing his full lips right over the pretty bow that adorns the bulge in his panties. A simple pair Cirrus had bought for him: dark blue with a blush pink bow, silky to the touch with a small line of lace trim around the waistband. Immediately boner-inducing the moment he’d slipped them on, and every time since. 

“Such a cute little thing, baby,” he mumbles against Aeon’s chubbed cock. “So perfect under these little panties.”

Aeon bites his lip. Rucks his shirt up a bit higher, exposing the tiny line of happy trail over his navel. “You think so?”

“I know so,” Swiss rumbles. He smooths over that hair, watching goosebumps rise as he pets. “Should wear these more often. Keep that cock nice and snug.” 

It twitches at his words, quickly working its way to fully erect. Never able to stay even a little soft around Swiss. 

“Oh, it likes that idea, baby. Should’ve tucked it between your thighs before you got hard so it could pop out from between them.” He gets an almost wistful look on his face then, clearly picturing it—how he’d see the drip of pre against the inside of his thighs before the shaft plumped up, pulling tighter and tighter until his legs could no longer hold the sticky head hostage. 

It puts a different sort of picture in Aeon’s mind. And he just can’t keep it to himself.

He bites his tongue, the sweet lilac tip poking out between his pearly teeth. Aeon wriggles, pulling his shirt a little higher, exposing tummy. “Don’t you think I’d make a pretty girl, Swiss?” he muses.

Swiss grins, predatory. Clearly, he was picturing the same: a smaller thing growing plump between skin that isn’t his thighs. Panties concealing a creamy slit instead of the ridge of his cock. It takes no convincing at all on Aeon’s end to get Swiss on board the fantasy that’s rapidly taking off between them.

“The prettiest girl, baby,” the multi agrees. His hands pet at the soft hair on Aeon’s thighs, tongue darting out to lick at him again. When he pulls back again, there’s a spot of precum soaked into the silk along with his spit. “Fuck. I’d eat you out for hours. Worship that pretty pussy like it deserves.”

Aeon hums, walking his fingers down his dappled happy trail. “Would you?”

A pause. Aeon’s eyes flick between his mouth and the wet spot, and Swiss has to huff a laugh. “Would I what?” He catches that gaze, sly and knowing. 

Aeon’s eyes sparkle as he looks down at Swiss. He raises an eyebrow and pokes his tongue between his teeth again, cocking his head coquettishly. He spreads his legs, careful to keep himself contained within the small stretch of fabric. He trails the hand playing with the hem of his shirt down to his crotch instead and spreads his pointer and middle finger over top of his shaft. Parting the digits as if parting folds, the vee of them framing the head of his cock—his clit—which stands in aching relief beneath the fabric.

“Eat me out,” he says simply, “like a girl.”

Swiss groans long and low, immediately pressing his nose in between Aeon’s fingers. The swell of his cockhead nuzzles into the bridge of it as he scents him with great flourish. Shoving his nose as deep as it will go into the dampened fabric, rubbing the tip of it and his parted lips up and down the line of his dick. 

“I’ll do whatever you want,” he rumbles, warm eyes sparkling with mischief as he looks up through dark lashes, “if you’re a good girl for me.”

Aeon’s breath hitches. “Over the panties?” His voice is hushed, sharp, eager—like he’s sharing a secret he shouldn’t be. “Could get me so wet.”

The multi ghoul pulls back and gives a pointed look at the darkened fabric between Aeon’s fingers. “Already pretty wet, sweetheart,” Swiss comments, swirling the tip of his tongue over the imprint of Aeon’s slit. 

The sensation of the warm, wet silk rubbing over the frenulum makes his eyes unfocus, rolling back into his head with a wanton moan.

“Yeah, baby? Like when I kiss it?”

“Fu-huh-uck, more, please; more,” he half laughs half groans. “Feels good.”

“Move that hand, lemme do all the work. That’s it, that’s my girl.” Swiss guides Aeon’s hand to rest back on his stomach, hem of his shirt catching between his fingers as it draws upward. “Want me to suck on this pretty clit, don't you? Fuck, look how fat it is for me—”

Aeon keens as Swiss’ mouth returns, this time to suck. His thighs twitch under the multi-ghoul’s hands. Muscles jumping and trying to close. Whether to keep Swiss in or squeeze him out, he doesn’t have enough brain power to decipher. As soon as that talented tongue swirls around the tip of his cock, all coherent thought fizzles out.

“Shit, Swiss,” he curses. Aeon grabs a handful of his locs and grinds up into his mouth. “Yes, that’s—yeah.”

“Yeah? That the spot?” Swiss goads. 

Aeon nods, keening again as the multi ghoul sucks again. “T-tell me how it tastes . . . how my pussy tastes,” he groans.

“Sinful, baby,” Swiss rumbles against him. “Just throbbing for this, isn’t it?”

“Uh huh.”

“So full; just fuckin’ begging to be touched and sucked.” 

“Fuck yeah, suck i-i-i-it.”

Swiss chuckles as he swirls around the head of his cock, around and around until the fabric soaks all the way through. He presses the flat of his tongue to the slit and wiggles it back and forth. Teasing before closing his mouth around it once more. Aeon can’t contain the lavish moan that escapes his throat, so instantly sensitive that he can’t help but buck his hips and toss his head against the sheets. 

“Easy,” the multi ghoul hushes him. He pushes a firm hand into Aeon’s stomach, stilling his eager hips. “There ya go, good girl. Try to keep ‘em still for me.”

Aeon bites his lip. “Making my—” Swiss sucks hard and his jaw drops, eyes rolling back. “Ssshhit, making my clit so hard.”

“‘N wet,” Swiss mumbles. “You’re cunt wet, too?”

Swiss slides his hand down the front of the panties, fingers poised like they could go . . .  inside. Instead, he presses over the ridge of his balls and tucks them under, curling his fingers up and into his taint as he takes the head into his mouth again. 

“Fuck—!” Aeon can feel a fat glob of pre soak into the underwear and smear over Swiss’ tongue. “Oh, finger me, put ‘em in deep.” 

That’s right, Swiss presses into his mind, the rich timbre of his voice rumbling through his brain. Lemme hear how good it feels. 

Aeon groans. He really should have known better. “Lucifer, you’re going to kill me.”

He loses track of himself, then. Gets lost in the firm press of Swiss’ fingers, petting at his prostate from the outside in; in the suction of his lips and tongue as they work over his soaked cockhead, the texture of the silk only adding to his rapidly crumbling resolve; and, in the way Swiss gets into it, gripping his thigh to keep him spread, pulling his fingers from underneath his balls to spread his saliva and pre over the tip as if it were slick, moaning into his crotch like he really has a mouthful of cunt. 

It’s sexy, and the fantasy makes Aeon’s stomach clench in a horrible, delicious way. 

“Close,” he warns all too soon. “Fuck, Swiss, you’re gonna make me cum like this, oh fuck.”

Yeah, atta girl, Swiss projects, sucking harder. Wanna see it. Wanna see you squirt for me.

Aeon’s cock kicks hard against his mouth, balls drawing tight in his hand. “‘M gonna,” he whimpers, eyes squeezing shut. “Oh oh oh, ‘m gonna cum for you, gonna make this pussy cum—” He cuts off wordlessly, mouth dropping all the way open as the pleasure in his gut erupts in a plume of shivers. Spreading until it has nowhere to go but out, and Aeon’s cock kicks and spurts like it’s been waiting to do since he first slipped the underwear on. Cum bubbles up through the silky fabric and dribbles over the front of the panties in little rivulets, dragging down the soaked line of Aeon’s cock as Swiss works him through it with the flat of his tongue. Hard, long licks that make the quint ghoul’s toes curl. 

“Fuck, you had a lot to give me, baby,” Swiss groans, lapping it up. “Didn’t know my girl could squirt like this.” Aeon whines at that. If he had half a mind, he’d crane his neck up to see the streaks of white in Swiss’ beard that shot out first. Instead, he goes completely boneless, save for his hips that can’t stop arching up into the multi ghoul’s face. 

“Lucifer,” he rasps, covering his face with both his hands but peeking through his fingers. “How’d you do that?” 

Swiss just shrugs. “Just usin’ what the Dark Lord gave me.” He smiles wide and licks across his fangs, showy. Picking up the last bit of spend off his top lip. “Should get you next to Aurora, show her how pretty my girl sounds.”

Aeon’s cock gives a feeble twitch right underneath that pretty pink bow. “I’m sure she sounds better,” he mumbles, omitting the fact that he knows and hears how she begs and giggles and screams for Swiss when he’s got his mouth on her, the multi ghoul ravenous and nothing short of a generous lover.

Swiss shrugs. “We’ll just have to find out, then; won’t we, sweetheart?”

[cruel-hiraeth]

꒰ FLESH OF MY FLESH; BLOOD OF MY BLOOD ꒱ KAMO CHOSO X READER — ft. itadori yuuji

warnings ⟢ dead dove: do not eat. minors do not interact—i will block you! incest. yandere elements. implied drugging. noncon. slight forced feminization (choso uses “sister” and she/her pronouns to refer to reader, but reader is nb). religious imagery. reader is yuuji’s twin, but no physical descriptors are used. reader has a vagina.

word count ⟢ 963

notes ⟢ this is part of @ficsforgaza’s kinktober event! my prompt was choso + incest. i have an au with big brother choso and twins yuuji and reader, so this was the perfect opportunity to explore their dynamic. a huge thank you to my dearest lexi—@drleggman—for requesting this (and for allowing me to go full degenerate) <3

“Yuu…”  “Yuu…ji…” “Yuuji…”

Your twin’s name ambles from your petal-soft lips, voice laden with slumber, muted snores drifting through the gaps. The bedroom you share is swathed in midnight’s gloom; moonbeams peek through the cheap apartment blinds, luminous stripes cutting across the men huddled above your nude figure.  

“Our baby sister seems to be having sweet dreams,” Choso states, mouth reluctantly detaching from your nipple, a silvery thread of spider silk connecting his lips to your tender flesh. “She’s naughty, though—calling out to you when I’m the one pleasuring her.”

Choso removes two thick digits from your weeping hole, examining the twitch of your jaw as he strums your clit with calloused fingertips. He experimentally increases the speed and pressure of his caresses, humming when you let out a whimper. As your breath grows heavier and your eyes flicker and dance beneath your lids, he pauses to smear your slick across your pubic hair, and scrapes his teeth up your neck to nip at your pulse point. 

Yuuji lies beside you, honeyed gaze soaking in the tranquil curves of your dreamy expression. He strokes the hair at your temple with the care of a collector admiring his choicest possession; he can’t help but drag his nose across your cheek, blotting a kiss at the hollow behind your earlobe.  

The reverence Yuuji treats you with starkly contrasts the way his muscular body presses against your softness, his bare cock dribbling pre onto the plush of your thigh. It’s something of a punishment that Choso doled out—not being able to indulge in you fully—upset with your twin for being secretive and possessive of you. But as far as Yuuji is concerned, to be anywhere in the halo of your presence is a heavenly gift. To merely witness your divinity, to press his lowly, sweaty skin flush to yours—it’s more than he deserves. 

“Don’t be too rough with them,” Yuuji fusses when Choso abruptly presses your knees to your chest, leveling his face with your spread cunt. “W-wait—I wanna taste, too.” 

After Yuuji shuffles over to join Choso, two sets of broad shoulders hunch over to marvel at your beauty. Yuuji fully expects to be chewed out again—perhaps even shoved off the bed or thrown out of the room; he swallows his pride and formulates a half-hearted apology, prepared to grovel for a chance to revel in you.

Instead, he grunts in surprise when he’s pulled into a kiss.

Chapped, chilly lips slip against his own, urging Yuuji’s mouth open, wet muscles intertwining. A shiver skitters across his limbs when he discovers the little silver ball that pierces Choso’s tongue—now bumping along the expanse of his palate, tracing the velvet of his gums. It’s a sloppy exchange of spit and teeth and tongue, too frenzied to be mistaken as purely passionate. Choso reaches over to swipe a thumb across Yuuji’s fat, leaking cock head. Yuuji keens into his brother’s mouth before ripping himself away, swollen lips parted, blooming rose from the tips of his ears down to his heaving chest.

“Let��s taste her together,” Choso rasps.

Not waiting for a reply, he pecks the fat of your hip before dipping down to lap at the arousal leaking from your hole; Yuuji watches heatedly, letting saliva pool on his tongue and drip onto your clit. He then cleans his mess with noisy sucks, occasionally tugging at your folds. Too preoccupied with coaxing your unconscious body to orgasm, the brothers don’t realize how you begin to stir, fingers and toes flexing and relaxing. They savor your eventual high, admiring your glistening release.

“I’ll have her first,” Choso announces thickly, Adam’s Apple bobbing as he swallows. He’s practically vibrating—pale skin dewy with desire—having fantasized about this exact scenario more times than he can count. “You should prop her up.”

Yuuji leans against the headboard and pulls you between his strong legs, your head resting on his chest. Choso angles your hips and pumps his throbbing length a few times before nudging your entrance. Your breathing shallows and you yawn; Yuuji’s heart catches in his throat.

“Fuck—how much did you give them? Clearly not enough,” he hisses, arms tightening around your waist. “I think they’re about to wake up.”

For the first time all evening, Choso smiles at Yuuji. It’s an unsettling sight: his knife-sharp inscisors gleam in the dusk, irises black as bruised plums. “Relax,” he soothes. “She’s going to enjoy this, too. It will become a treasured memory for us all.”

Before Yuuji can respond, your eyelids flutter open. “Ch-Choso…Yuuji…” you murmur, words slow and slurred as molasses, “what are you—”

The air is promptly punched from your lungs, a strangled yelp interrupting your train of thought as Choso enters you in a single thrust—cock so deep you swear you can taste it. One of Yuuji’s rough palms rests on your belly and meanly presses down with the movement; you throw your head back and warble a moan.

“Call me ‘onii-chan,’” Choso grits out, refusing to succumb to the squeeze of your cunt so soon.

“W-what?” you sniffle. Your brain is foggy from whatever concoction they gave you, incapable of piecing together your predicament.

He grasps your chin firmly, forcing your glazed stare to focus on him. “Onii-chan,” he repeats with a harsh snap of his hips.

You squirm, trying to turn to Yuuji for help, unaware of the tears carving hot rivulets down your cheeks. But Choso won’t let you go. His heavy frame eclipses yours, trapping you in place. “We’re family,” he huffs, fucking you steadily, umber strands falling to curtain his face.

“Everything we do, we do together. You have both been—nnghhh—selfish. It’s time to make it up to onii-chan.” 

[14dayswithyou]

Hiiii, I've been having so much fun reading all the new asks and answers and I hope your doing well!!

Anyways, I just wanted to ask how [REDACTED] developed his own style. if he's been so infatuated with angel, was it because it was one of Angels own hyperfixations for a while that he got attached to or was it more natural?

Ok that's all, here's a early birthday kiss for renren u3u~

ANSWERED: It's kind of implied in some of my other asks, but Ren developed his own style to rebel against his father! When Ren was younger, Taylor would often force his son to present himself as his daughter instead. It reached a point where Ren wanted to form his own identity during his pre-teen years, which led him to learning about + giving himself tattoos and piercings.

I suppose he fell down the eboy/alt rabbit hole after that, and hasn't looked back since.

[sssaturnsnake]

not my body and never my choice

[madaqueue]

uh oh . forced fem with dazai

[divine-misfortune]

Why aren't we force-femming aether. Where's the equality.

[milkyboytoy]

it’s super hot out, so that means i get to wear a tiny little tank top to show off my boytits! no bra or binder needed <3

[wormswurld]

forcefem! art 🩰💭

[madaqueue]

oh my GOD force fem with childe and putting mascara on his pretty long eyelashes and fucking him until it’s running down his cheeks and telling him he’s being such a good girl for you and taking it so well, telling him how pretty he is when he cries !!!!!!

[sapphicwork]

Boss, i get that im one of the only guys in the office. well only guy after... whatever the case. this dress code you wrote for this Christmas party only has stuff for girls...

its no big deal of course just uh, you said attendance is mandatory and i uh...

i dont want to underdress ofcourse that would be unprofessional

Oh honey. I don't hire guys.

See you at the party <3

[tohruies]

COCO ?!?!? YOUR TAG ON THAT YAN SCARA POST OMGGGGG

now youre gonna make me mull over that au pls, its so KQDJJSJDJSJD o(-(

NICK!!! THE CONCEPT YOU SHARED IS SO ASDFGHJKL! I WOKE UP THINKING ABOUT IT... after scaramouche ties niko down to him and gives him that ultimatum of being kept "safe" under his watch or be handed in to the gardes... oh, i know it stokes the flames in his gut to see the perpetual disgust & hatred & loathing in niko's eyes slowly lull into a look of surrender & submission the longer he's kept by scara. the crazed obsession so evident in scaramouche's voice when he's forced to soothe niko's sudden outbursts — don't cry, it's okay, shh, i'm here, i'm right here... you trust me don't you? don't you? you'll listen to me? you'll do as i say? you know what happens if you don't, right? — and it imprisons niko by devotion. and it's so extreme that it nearly frightens him... how there might be someone in this world more sick & twisted than he thinks himself to be.

[homoeroticicarus]

Love love love posts about ftms who have big tits, but where's the love for naturally small breasted ftms? Us flat chested girls need love too!

[madaqueue]

HI QUINN!! IVE GOT DAZAI BRAIN ROT?!?! AND ITS YOUR FAULT! SO SUFFER WITH ME! 😃 ILLYYY!!!

So I saw a thing and it worked itself into my brain and just uh... imagine kidnapping Dazai. He thinks it's because you want to weaken the agency for some attack. He tries to question you, cocky as usual because nobody out smarts him. Except he comes to learn you aren't working for anyone or with anyone. That this isn't related to the agency at all. That you're simply, head over heels in love with him. Now he's confused of course because why would anyone love him?? let alone kidnap him for it. But your obsessed, hell you've got files dedicated to research you've done on him, favourite food, color, music etc. Folders of categorized candid photos youve taken. And Dazai doesn't know if he should be flattered or scared. It doesn't help you're really pretty, that you sit beside his tied up body and hand feed him, kissing his cheek when he's done. Praise him for being a good boy. He even doesn't mind when you try to dress him up like some doll, telling him how pretty and cute he is as you clip some bows into his hair.

Aaahhhh okay I could keep going and get very nsfw bc DAMN. Your forced fem thing absolutely ruined me and then seeing a thing about kidnapping and Stockholm syndrome fics had me thinking and just... 'you're such a blaring red flag but he doesn't mind because he's never felt so loved??' Like??? That's such a Dazai trope imo ugh god I forgot how much I loved him Quinn!? You've broken my brain! He's stuck in there and I can't pry him free!! 😔 atleast he's cute I guess *sighs*

DJEKFKEKKFKEKXK SKEOODODKD WHAATAATTXHEJD THE FUCKFKDD ARE YOU IN MY HEAD ????? AND SOMEHOW CONJURING UP THEEEEEEE HOTTEST MOST PERFECT FUCKING THINGS EVER??????? OHHHH MY GOD OH MY GOD OHHH MY GODDDDNDKDKDKDKDKDKDKD

HIM STAYING BECAUSE HES NEVER SEEN SOMEONE BE SOOOO UNASHAMED IN THEIR LOVE FOR HIM…… and maybe you start slow with tiny little changes, calling him ‘your girl’ but just as quickly correcting yourself with a giggle….. or his clothes are in the wash so all you have clean is a little skirt, but doesn’t he just look so cute in it? and he realizes it makes you happy to see him like this; then, he realizes it makes him happy to see you happy. and it’s not like it’s really hurting anyone, right? so he lets you do his hair and tie little bows on him and put him in all pink, lets you call him your pretty girl and you even kiss him when he’s wearing lip gloss (he ignores how awful and sticky it is because you like it, and that’s worth the sensory nightmare of the whole thing, and it means he gets to kiss you, god he gets to kiss you!!!!!) and…he likes kissing you…he likes when you praise him, even if it’s a little twisted, even if you tell him he’s a ‘good girl’…maybe he likes this whole thing…it’s not like it’s hurting anyone…right?

[homoeroticicarus]

Just sorted out my femme clothes again (the ones I was going to donate) & I'm keeping most of my bras. They're all padded and make my breasts look way bigger when worn under clothes and I have some deep v tops to pair with them <3