#cw: forcefem

[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?”

[cafterdark]

Vampires aren't real of course, but imagine if they were?

Let's say you're stumbling home after another lonely night at the bar, trying to avoid seeing your disheveled form in the darkened windows of the stores you pass. You're already dreading working tomorrow. All of a sudden, you hear a noise coming from the alley. It's something between a sob and faint gurgling. You can't say why, but you decide to investigate.

The noise grows as you approach, along with soft whispers in a voice sweeter than any you've ever heard. You turn into an outcropping and see a blob in the darkness, the sound of smacking lips and devouring. You remain frozen, waiting for your eyes to adjust. The blob shifts into two humanoid shapes, one on top of the other, tearing into it. A faint red glow illuminates a dark liquid that you hope isn't blood. The bottom shape twitches, letting out a soaked groan, leading to the top shape biting down where the neck would be, silencing it. You let out a gasp, and the world goes still.

The top figure looks at you, two eyes, blood red. They look human, but they aren't. Something animal, something predatory colors it, awakening some ancient fear in you to run, run. You remain frozen. It's eyes are glowing, lighting up enough of its face to see a mouth full of sharp teeth and a face covered in blood and viscera. The two of you stare at each other, neither moving, until it speaks, in a voice too sweet for it:

"Hello there."

In a blink, it's pounced from its corpse and onto you, and the world goes black

---

You jolt awake as you walk into your apartment. You laugh, must've drifted as you walked home. You should probably stop drinking so much. You stumble inside and collapse onto your bed. The feeling of dread does not leave you, and sleep does not come easy, but eventually, it does come.

---

It's late afternoon when the most attractive woman you've ever seen in your life walks into your gas station. She's tall, built like a super model, hair black as ink, and with a strut that knows she's the hottest person in the room. She's wearing sunglasses and a large black sun hat with a dress to match. She wanders around the store for a bit, glancing your way, as if she knew you were staring at her. Every time she catches you, she grins like she knows something. After a while, she approaches the counter with a few sticks of beef jerky and says:

"What is a cute girl like you doing in a place like this?" Her voice is honey, seeping into your ears. It has a slight accent, but you just can't place where it's from. Every syllable she uttered seemed design to imply attraction. The fact she called you "cute" or a girl are secondary. The fact that someone this beautiful even talks to you in such a way makes your heart flutter. You struggled to think anyone even tolerated you, much less could be into you.

You must've been frozen in shock because she just starts laughing. Not a harsh one of mockery, but soft, understanding, like you told her a bad joke.

"My name is Elanor, and yours is?"

You tell her, and she cringes.

"That's not a proper name for someone like you."

You don't understand what she means by that. A name is just a name, your parents, for better or worse, picked it, and its the name you've just responded to ever since.

"We'll need to pick a better one at some point."

You manage to work up the courage to ask, "we?"

"Ah yes, I forgot. I saw you at the bar a few nights ago, and I seemed to have caught feelings for you. But you left before I could ask you out. So here I am."

She... wanted to go on a date with you? She was attracted to your shlubby, anxious mess of a body? You pinch your thigh to make sure you're not dreaming.

"How about this, can I come to your place at some point?"

Your heart races. Don't blow it, you think to yourself.

"Absolutely," You give her your address. "when?"

She grins, showing off a sliver of her very shiny teeth. "Oh I don't know," she says. "I'm a very busy woman right now. I'll let you know when I'm free."

"Uh, uh, okay."

"See you then!" She says, turning and walking out the door. You look down to see a couple of crumpled bills and you realize you never gave her you number.

---

You spent the rest of the shift kicking yourself for such an amateur mistake. Stupid, stupid, stupid, how would you two ever go on a date now? Night had fallen as you walk inside your apartment. You shiver and look behind you. Nothing. Strange. You could swear you felt like you were being watched.

You do your nightly rituals and tuck yourself into bed, still not over losing such a chance. Your nerves are hard to shake, but eventually you drift to sleep.

That thing is still chasing you. It's faster than you. Two red eyes hunting you down a never ending alley. You can feel it's blood soaked breath behind you. It pounces on you and...

You jolt awake, heart pounding out of your chest. Your room is dark. You take deep breaths until you're no longer panicking. You fall back to the bed and wonder why you had such a horrid dream when you notice two red eyes in the corner of your room. It approaches you, crawling onto the bed and pressing you onto the mattress. You're frozen. This couldn't be real, this wasn't real. It gets close to your face, and you can smell the blood that stains it's sickening smile. It raises a finger up to it's mouth and simply says:

"Sshhhhhhhhhhh."

And everything goes black.

---

You wake up with a terrible headache. Groaning, you thought you left your sleep paralysis demon behind when you moved out of your parent's place. Getting ready for work is a painful affair, every light pounding at your skull. Stepping outside, the sunlight is even worse. You stumble back in your room, half blinded by the pain, and put on a pair of sunglasses. It doesn't stop the headache, but it does make sunlight bearable.

Your coworker asks if you're doing alright. You explain that you've been having trouble sleeping and have a bad migraine. He says you look pale too, though looking in the mirror, you can't understand what he means. You've always been very pale.

The girl doesn't show back up, so there goes any chance that your virgin ass goes on a date. The shift goes by fast, and mercifully, the night lessens your symptoms.

---

Another dream, this time a soft memory. Your mom is cradling you in her arms after you broke a vase, whispering that it wasn't your fault and that she's not mad at you. You know it'll be short lived, soon Dad will be home to scream at you, and then Mom will standby and watch.

And yet, it never comes. The tranquility is never broken. Mommy just holds you and kisses you and tells you you're the best little girl...

Wait. You look up, and instead of your Mommy, it's that woman you saw at work. She smiles at you, teeth razor sharp, as she tells you she loves you, more than anything else in the world. You try to be scared, but you can't help but believe her. She loves you, She will protect you, you're her precious child, forever. She says that she knows what you need, peeling off a shoulder strap to reveal a deep cut, blood spilling from it.

"Drink up, little one." she says, in a voice that allows no compromise. You lean in and suckle the wound, tasting blood sweeter than anything else you've ever had. Any apprehensions you had fade as you drink more, more, more. All the while, she rocks you, humming a soft song.

---

The migraine is worse, making any action a lesson in pain. It's a miracle you drag yourself to work at all. Not that it did any good. Even with few customers, your shift is hell. Your unkempt hair keeps getting into your eyes, a constant reminder that you need to get it cut. Your body is achey and sensitive, especially in the chest and hips. And no matter how many snacks you ate, there was this subtle hunger gnawing at the edges of your stomach, refusing to be mollified.

Now even your manager has noticed, and when he asks you if you're doing okay, you throw up, half digested food mixed in blood. Needless to say, he tells you to go to the doctor and stay home till you were better.

You're too poor to go to the doctor, so you drag yourself home, sun hot and harsh on your skin as you do. When back, the hunger demands attention, and you devour whatever is in your fridge, then in your snack cabinet, then pantry.

By the end, every crumb of food in your house has been eaten, and still that hunger claws at your stomach. Maybe it's part of whatever illness you have.

You crawl into bed, enjoying the warmth it provides, and drift asleep.

---

You're chasing something. No, that's not right. You're hunting something.

You can't see it, but you can hear its pounding heart, its ragged breath, its panicked whispers of self delusion. It's slower than you, and now it's running out of breath. Soon you shall feast, soon your hunger will come to an end, soon.

You catch up, the shadows revealing its shape to be human. It's a poor excuse for one, shabby, poor fitting clothes, clearly out of shape. An easy meal.

You can almost taste it's blood, almost. You're so close, just one more lunge and...

---

The work alarm you forgot to turn off wakes you up. The hunger pains are almost as bad as the migraines, and it takes over an hour to force yourself out of bed. You drag yourself to the kitchen before promptly realizing you already ate everything there. You sigh, don a mask, and stumble to the grocery store.

Everything there is too much. Too loud, too bright, too overstimulating. All of your senses are under attack as you pick some meager supplies that don't break the bank. The cashier calls you Ma'am, and when you try to correct her, your voice comes out high pitched and warbled, sing-song. That too doesn't seem to convince her, and she says "have a nice day miss," as you leave.

Arriving back home, you stumble to the bathroom to puke. Afterwards, you wash your face, and notice that despite it being days since you've shaved, there isn't a lick of stubble on your chin. You're too tired to cook, and collapse onto your bed, trying in vain to sleep. As the late afternoon drifts by into night through your curtains, there's a knock at the door.

You wait for it to go away, but it keeps getting more and more persistent. Finally, you work up the last of your energy to limp to the door and look through the peep hole. It's Elanor.

You panic. Of course she comes when you're the most disheveled you've ever been. You scramble to put on your least bad looking T-shirt and jeans and race to the door before she changes her mind. Opening it, she flashes a quick grin before it shifts into a frown.

"My, My, look at yourself?"

You mumble out an apology, saying you're sick and that maybe you should reschedule your date.

"Oh no," Elanor says. "We're still going on our date. There will just be some adjustments when we get there."

Before you can ask her what kinds of adjustments, she has grabbed your hand, and drags you down the stairs. Her grip is a lot stronger than you would've assumed, and despite your feeble resistance, she drags you out of the apartment building. Outside is a car that looks like it's worth more than what you could make for the rest of your life.

Elanor opens the door and pulls you inside, placing you in seats that are oh so soft. She says something too quick for you to understand and the car drives off. The black out windows prevent you from seeing where you are going. In a better state, that would've made you anxious, but you're so tired and it's so comfortable. You find yourself drifting, jolting awake, only to drift again. At some point, Elanor is holding you, running her soft fingers through your messy hair. You're too embarrassed to tell her you had a dream like this, so you let her coddle you, drifting in and out of consciousness. She whispers sweet little nothings for you in words you cannot understand. Everything feels so right.

At some point, the car stops, and you feel yourself being carried into a building. Someone kisses your forehead and you jerk awake to find yourself in a bedroom ripped straight from the Victorian era. Elanor is sitting above you, grey eyes so full of care and curiosity.

"Ah, the cutie's awake." she says, smiling. Her teeth are so shiny, so pristine.

You blush at her compliment. You've never been cute, certainly not in this state. But before you can counter, she interrupts:

"Let's get you properly dressed for the occasion."

She gets up from the bed and strolls over to the dresser, shifting through clothes until she finds something. She turns and tosses it at you, landing in your lap. It takes you a moment to realize what it is.

A dress.

And not just any dress, but an expensive one at that, all frills and almost invisible designs.

"I can't wear this," you say. "I'm a..."

"I'm sorry, but we simply don't have anything else that would fit you, darling. And besides, it would be quite rude not to dress well for a date."

There's something about how she said the last few words that told you that there would be no compromise. How would you look in a dress anyway? They had always looked so pretty on your mom and sisters. And yet, the idea of wearing one terrified you. This was something meant for women, not you.

"You know," Elanor says. "I think it will look quite good on you."

The words worm themselves into your mind. Maybe it would? Part of you scoffs at the idea. You'd look ugly, a caricature. Elanor would laugh at how you look. There was no point to this.

"Hey," Elanor says, her hand grabbing yours with a sort of tenderness it hasn't felt in a long time. "Just try it, I promise I won't judge." She smiles, and you can tell she's being sincere.

You sigh and say, "No peaking."

"Wouldn't dream of it darling." She points to an object covered with a blanket. "Under that quilt is a mirror to look at yourself when you're done."

She walks to the door, looking back at you and saying, "Let me know when you're ready for our date," before closing the door.

You look down at the dress and apprehensions start bubbling in your gut. Were you really going to put on a dress just because a hot girl asked nicely? But she would be disappointed if you don't wear it, and she said she wouldn't judge. You sigh and take off your clothes, trying your best not to look down. Putting on the dress took a bit of trial and error, but your worries of it being ill fitting proved wrong. It in fact, fit you almost perfectly, except for a hint of space in the chest and hip area. Working up all your bravery, you slide the quilt off the mirror and brace for the horror on the other side.

Instead, you see yourself.

And you look... good?

you've been avoiding mirrors for longer than you can remember, and yet, you don't remember ever looking this good. The dress suits you very well, accentuating your eyes, hugging your body in all the right places, hiding the parts you hated.

You looked different too. Paler, yes, but there were some others too. Your hair was a lot longer now, and you seemed a bit thinner. Was your face softer too? And your shoulders weren't even massive anymore?

What had happened? It wasn't perfect, and there were still certainly areas that you cringe at, but you looked better than you had for most of your life. You feel tears swell up in your eyes and don't know why. This is all so confusing, you think, better focus on the date.

You call Elanor, and she steps in, face glowing with pride, glee, and attraction. "My, it appears I was wrong," She says. "You're even prettier in that dress than I ever could've imagined."

Your face feels on fire. she steps forward and wipes away a tear that trickles down your face, "Awwwwww, don't cry. You look gorgeous."

"I-I don't know why I'm crying," you say. "I haven't cried in years."

"Because you're happy, darling." She picks up your hand and kisses it, and you could swear your face could melt steel. "Now come, my sweetest rose, dinner awaits up."

She leads you down a maze of halls. Wherever you are, it's big, and expensive. You could swear you've only seen a fraction of it as she leads you into a dining hall, table lined with food.

This was all too much, but when you stammer out your worries, Elanor just says, "Only the best for someone as beautiful as you." She pulls you to your seat, forcing you to sit with just the slightest pressure, and then takes her place across from you. You sit there, paralyzed by choice, until she laughs and calls you silly, warmer than a ray of sunshine.

You start picking at the food at the table, but soon begin to dig in, eating more and more. Yet, none of it is filling. You devour a whole chicken and are still famished. Elanor watches you, occasionally taking a bite through grinning lips. You'd be ashamed if you weren't so hungry.

Then, you hear a soft, "ouch."

You look up to see Elanor cradling her hand, blood trickling from her thumb. That gnawing hunger in you roars, and you realize you're drooling. Why are you reacting like this? This isn't normal.

Elanor looks at you and smiles. "Well don't just stare," she says. "Come over here and clean this up."

Before you know it, you're crawling towards her, she laughs and every tone feels like it could reawaken your dead heart. You kneel in front of her, watching every drop of blood trickle down her thumb. You know it's wrong, know you shouldn't want this, but you want to drink every ruby jewel that spills from her.

Elanor looks down on you, smile wider than you ever thought possible. Her mouth is so, beautiful, teeth so pretty and sharp. "I suppose you've been a good girl," she says. "Still... Beg for it."

"I'll be a good girl for you," you say. Any pride you had is secondary to the hunger. You will say anything to taste her. "Please just let me clean it, please, please, pleaaaaaaase."

She laughs. "Good girl. Such a good girl for Mommy. Drink up, little one." She tilts her thumb down and a drop falls onto the soft carpet.

You don't need to be asked twice. You lunge at her hand, wrap your lips around her thumb, and suck. You expected a metallic taste, but her blood is sweeter than anything you've ever had before. It tastes like your favorite fruit, dipped in chocolate, and smothered in sugar. Elanor looks down on you with her beautiful red eyes, whispering sweet little nothings you're way too far gone to understand. You can almost taste her pride, her joy, her love in her blood, and it makes it even better.

You drink and drink and drink, only stopping to breathe. Now that you've tasted heaven, everything else feels bland. You need more, you cannot live without this. Even as you start to become drowsy, you continue to suckle on her thumb, and she's so proud of you. You use the last of your energy to lick the wound dry and then fall into her arms. You feel her pick you up and carry you as you drift into dreamless sleep.

---

You wake up from that strange dream, feeling better than ever. The headache and fatigue is gone, replaced with newfound clarity and energy. The hunger is still there, but is only a background thought. You sit up and stretch, then scream as you notice someone else is in the room with you. A girl sits in a bed in a luxurious room, beautiful but equally panicked. She's shirtless, small boobs accentuating her thin frame. Her doe eyes stare back at you, wide, at the brink of tears. You ramble off a variety of apologies, chastising yourself for being such a perv, when you realize she's mirroring you. You wave a hand, and she waves back. Wait...

Elanor bursts in, face sharp and eyes ready to kill. "What's the matter little one?"

You point to the mirror, and sputter out, "That- that can't be me."

Elanor tilts her head slightly, looking at where you're pointing, then all the tension in her face melts away. "Of course it is darling." She comes toward you, picking you out of bed like you weigh nothing. She poses you in front of the mirror, forcing your face to stare at it.

You remember being taller than Elanor when you first saw her, now you're a good foot shorter. Your blonde hair is to your shoulders, and the face looking back at you is much too soft and pale to be yours. You body is thin, but any fat you had has moved to your hips and... breasts. If there wasn't still a dick between your legs, you wouldn't be able to tell it was you.

"Of course my darling little girl looks that pretty." Elanor says, then leans in. "And its only just starting."

You don't know why, but the idea that this wasn't the end, that you would continue to change, made your heart jump. You see your face consumed by blush in the mirror, along with your dick twitch.

Elanor laughs, even better than the last time. "Someone is excited."

"W-what am I doing here?" you ask. "I thought it was a dream?"

Elanor squeezes you. "It was all real darling. You fell asleep after our meal, so I put you to bed. You're much too sick to be out and about."

"B-but what about my job?"

"You quit it, remember? Such a terrible place for a beautiful girl like yourself."

"I'm not a..."

Elanor's piercing stare and frown stop you from finishing your sentence.

"But..." you continue, picking your words carefully. "If the rest of the dream was real, then does that mean..." Your stomach growls, loud.

Elanor giggles. "Looks like someone is hungry. Well, let's get you some food."

You expect her to take you back out to the dinning room. Instead, she pulls out a knife and slices open a finger. Blood pools, then spills, and you scramble to prevent a single drop from hitting the floor. it tasted even better than before, sweeter, each drop lovingly made to make every taste bud in your mouth sing.

The last thing you comprehended before falling to a fugue was Mommy Elanor saying "Good girl."

---

This pattern repeated itself for the next while, you couldn't tell how long. You'd wake up, pick out the changes as you became more and more of a girl, Mommy Mother Elanor would come in, slit open a finger or wrist, and have you drink her blood until the wound healed after a few minutes.

The rest of the day, you would be caught in a haze, only half comprehending what Elanor was having you do, or what she was telling you. Sometimes it was putting you in exquisite dresses, others it was doing your make up until any trace of manhood was erased, sometimes she would teach you how to braid your growing hair, or how to properly walk and dress. She constantly complimented you, asked for your input, told you how much she loved you. In the evenings, she would feed you while cradling you in her arms, leaving you feeling safe and warm in ways you hadn't in a long time.

You don't know how long it took you to realize that all the windows were blacked out or how there were no lights in the entire house. Yet, you could see just fine, better even. Still, anytime you looked for an exit, the mansion confounded you, hallways appearing to shift, leaving you in a maze. On the occasions when Mother Elanor took you out, it was at night, and for short spans of time. You didn't really know how long you had been here.

One day, you wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of distant moaning. Even as sleep demands your attention, you force yourself out of bed and towards the sound.

As you get closer, the sounds become more distinct, soft moans mixed with sweet whispers. They echo through the halls, leading you to a door you never tried opening before. Part of you wants to ignore it, to go back to bed and hope its gone when you wake up. Another part wants to run and hide with Elanor and have her investigate. You scoff at both, and turn the doorknob.

It's the woman on the bed you notice first. She's beautiful, despite her chestnut hair being a complete mess, and her eyes far off and cloudy. Blood covers her chest, red on tan, sparkling even with no light source. You feel drool pool in your mouth, hunger gnaw at the edges of your stomach.

On top of her is a mound of wild black hair, glimpses of a pale hand groping the woman and a long tongue licking blood off her. You gasp, and the mound freezes, turning to you. Two red eyes stare back at you, animal like and ravenous, a maw full of sharp teeth covered in blood smiling. The same eyes and mouth from that nightmare so long ago

"Hello there." It says, and you realize, it's Mommy Elanor.

"Lucy," Elanor continues. "My daughter."

The woman gives a lazy smile and wave. Your cheeks go red.

"Lucy is one of my frequent prey. Don't worry, I ne..." You don't have a chance to hear the rest as you bolt. You run, twisting and turning, trying to find an exit. Instead, the mansion coughs you up back in your room. You can hear Elanor behind you, and out of options, you scramble under the bed.

You hold your breath as she enters.

"Now where did my little girl go?" She says. You hear the closet open "Is she here? No. What about here? Nope." Your heart pounds in your chest and you know she can hear you. She's playing with her food. "What about..." A hand grabs yours and in a moment you're pulled out from under the bed and left hanging in the air. Mommy Mother Elanor looks at you with a mix of amusement and joy.

"There's my daughter," She says words full of glee. "Now why did you run? Were you jealous that someone else was getting Mommy's attention?"

"I'm not your daughter, you monster!" You shout.

All the humor drains from her face. "Nonsense, you're my daughter and will be forever."

"You- You changed me!" You said. "You're making me..." The word remains stuck in your throat, too horrific to escape.

"A Vampire, a ghoul, a creature of the night. I did..."

"You won't..."

"Silence," She says, stopping you dead in your tracks. "You will not interrupt." All the softness in her eyes is gone, replaced with blood red eyes looking at a meal. You shake your head until your neck hurts.

"When I saw you in that alley way, I saw you. Not the disguise you wore to survive, but a terrified little girl in need of a mother to protect her. I decided then and there to make you into my daughter, to gift you the body you deserved to have and immortality to enjoy it. And this is how you respond?"

"I have parents!" you responded. "They love me!" It felt hollow

"Those things that birthed you aren't even worth being drained. I've walked through your memories, and they showed over and over again to be less than scum. They treated you like an object, something to use and abuse until no longer useful. You've been missing for over a month, and they haven't even noticed."

"T-that, can't be..."

Mommy Elanor grabs your head and forces you to look at the mirror. "Look at yourself, do you see any of the boy your parents raised?"

Looking back at you is the soft, sweet girl you've watched yourself grow into. Even full of terror, her eyes are soft. Her body is perfect, curves in all the right places. Her skin is pale and flawless. Her face is round and beautiful. Her hair is magnificent even with bedhead. You try, you try so hard to see the old you, and you can't. The more you look, the more you see things that say otherwise. The shape of your face, the way your eyes glimmer, the soft expressions you have, and all at once it hits you. You look like her. Not exactly, but like a close relative, like a daughter.

You can feel her smile on the back of your neck, sharp teeth nipping at your skin. "You see it now. It's time to finish my work."

"W-what?"

"I'm going to drain the last of your manhood, the last of your humanity, out of you."

Before you could object, she starts stroking your incredibly sensitive penis, making you moan. Your voice is so high pitch and feminine, how did you never notice? She smiles again, exposing all her teeth, and leans into your neck. The bite makes you jerk and moan even louder. Your blood spurts out, spilling down your body and painting your breasts. A new hunger fills Mommy's Elanor's eyes and her tongue rolls out of her mouth, long and wet. She licks your blood, a slow stroke that goes from your abdomen to your collar bone. She shutters, then says

"You taste delectable, little one. So full of fear and lust. I wish I could bottle your blood and savor it."

Each lick is heaven, burning arousal growing in the aftermath. Your skin becomes more sensitive, overshadowing the stimulation she's giving your penis. The air is full of the smell of metal and lust, and your head spins. You don't know which way is up, down, or where you are. Your only ground, the only thing keeping you on this earth is Mommy Mommy Elanor.

She continues, an endless assault on your flesh, on your sanity, bringing you closer and closer to the peak, but never over it. Some part of you knows you're not allowed to, haven't been told you can yet.

"It's time."

You blink the tears out of your eyes to see that Mommy Elanor is cutting her throat with her nails, ruby blood gushing out. You lunge at her, licking and sucking and drinking with endless gluttony. It tastes of love and pride and joy and lust that makes your head spin. All the while, she gropes, fondles, plays with, and whispers sweet nothings in your ear, building and building and building, pushing against the wall, but never breaking. You drink and drink and drink, coating your mouth in the warm, wonderful, sweet, beautiful substance, gulping it down. You need it, more than anything else in the world. Food and wine is ash and mud compared to her blood, her beautiful, gorgeous blood.

It goes on for who knows how long. A minute, an hour, an eternity? It doesn't matter, she has you, she loves you, she will love you forever. Then a pressure starts below, burning, mind melting heat searing your pelvis. Mommy is doing something down there and you don't know what until her strokes stop and her skilled fingers start pressing into you. It feels better than anything you've ever experienced. Her fingers find all the right spots inside to play your moans like a fiddle. Her thumb massages your new clit with the skill only centuries could provide. If your brain wasn't flooded with pleasure, you'd tell Mommy how much you loved her.

"Claire, cum."

Mommy's voice cuts through the haze, breaking through whatever parts of yourself you somehow still have kept hidden from her, from yourself. She says:

Before you can even comprehend the words, your body complies. Your whole body orgasms, every muscle and synapse firing in devotion to Mommy. And when you think it over, the second wave hits, then the third and fourth wave. Any delusions of a life before her, without her, is decimated. Mommy is everything, your shining star, your beckoning moon. How were you such a fool to fear her.

As the final wave crashes and recedes, you're left in the buzzing afterglow of her love. Mommy carries you into bed and cradles you, telling you how proud she is of you, how much you'll get to do together now. How much she loves you. You drift asleep to her telling you these things, and smile, because you know she means it.

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You bite into Kathy's breast and feel her body shake to yet another orgasm. Her moans echo down the alleyway behind the bar, letting all the passerby know without shame. You can taste the heady lust and terrified love in her blood and it is delectable. Not as delicious as Mother's blood, but good in a different way. This is the third time she's let you drink from her and she's fast becoming one of your favorite prey.

You drink your fill, not enough to kill her, but she's definitely a bit light headed, especially with the alcohol in her system. You call her an uber and escort her to her ride, bidding her adieu till the next rendezvous. After, you step back into the bar to pay both your tabs and leave.

When you step up to the bar, it's only through your improved sight that you notice the man slipping a roofie into an unattended drink. He's one of those frat boys, from wealth based on his watch. You're about to just dump the drink and walk away when you realize you're still a bit hungry. You smile, then drop into a drunken stupor. Stumbling up to him, you give him some not so subtle flirts, and watch as his ego balloons. You can smell the false pride on him, could from a mile away.

It doesn't take long to convince him to give you a ride back to his place. The apartment is a mess, and you pretend to trip on one of the bottles littering the ground. In response, he lifts you into a princess carry and tosses you onto his bed, scrambling to peel off his clothes. You watch this display and hold back a laugh. When he looks up, stupid grin plastered across his face, you strike.

You're on him before he can even react, and it only takes one quick bite to shred his throat. His blood is sweet and sour with pride and bitter with terror. Different than what you're used to, but still delicious in your own way. You gorge yourself, gulping down blood spurting out of his hollowed out throat. His face is stuck in that giddy grin, but eyes wide and scared. Perfect

You hear a creak at the door and look up. Looks like he had a roommate. Another guy, but wait. The way he holds himself, the way his terror is not like those of his roommate, the loose pajamas that cover his body. Mother would adore another daughter, and the idea of having a sister fills you with warmth. It's only for the best. You smile and say:

"Hello there."

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This fic is heavily inspired by the superior "The Crimson Red Door" by @thecrimsonreddoor, which I highly recommend reading, along with its sequel.

[rottenk1sses]

thinking about forced feminization with art

all i think about is forced feminization with art. i fear it’s a disease, truly.

dressing him up in a pink silk slip or a dainty lingerie set that barely contains all of him. straddling his lap and pinning him down while you blend blush into his cheeks, pat glittering eyeshadow onto his lids, swipe mascara over his lashes, and smear some red lipstick over his pout. he can’t help but squirm underneath your seat on him as you transform his look, his cock swelling in whatever frilly fabric you’ve stuffed him into for the night.

you just smile and toss aside all the makeup in favor of leaning down to kiss his jaw. three soft pecks across his skin. tender. hungry.

“awh,” you coo, your breath fanning over his thumping pulse, “my pretty girl’s clit is getting hard…”

art keens and bites down on his bottom lip, smearing the red tint you applied earlier. it sticks to the back of his front teeth like wax. a shudder rolls through him next and he nods in response.

“please?” he whispers.

you reach down under your raising hips, slide a soft hand to brush over his erection, and then guide two digits to prod at his hole. he gasps like he’s being shocked, eyes rolling back under his low lids—painted messily with the shimmery powder.

“your pussy wants my fingers, babygirl,” you nip at his ear, “want me to find your cervix?”

and then he can’t stand it anymore. he arches his back up shakily, his chin wobbling with building pleasure as he tries to grind into your touch. his whole face is pulled into a mask of need and desire.

“mhmm.. mhm..”

you push your index finger in up to the knuckle, guiding it in gently before you curl it and press into that special spot that makes him see white.

“say it, art.”

he sobs.

“i want you to finger my pussy, please.”

[miasmaghoul]

Pretty in Pink

Rating: E

Pairing(s): Mountain/Rain, Aeon/Rain, Mountain/Aeon/Rain

Contains: trans rain, heavy forcefem (including use of she/her pronouns for a transmasc character), objectification, light bondage (and a gag), gaping, object insertion, dacryphilia, spit/drool, a little praise and lots of degradation. (don't worry, it was all rain's idea)

Rain is a vision in the remnants of pretty pink lingerie, just a bralette and thigh highs; his panties and garter belt lie on the floor, torn off in a wanton frenzy. His arms sit bound to the headboard, tongue poking out from his ring gag as Mountain fucks into him with no mercy. So deep and thorough, really wrecking that gorgeous cunt.

Aeon lays at Rain's side, watching. Not allowed to touch, but drooling in more ways than one over the sight and sound of Rain being stretched, being ruined. Mountain has his legs pinned to his chest, the slap of skin on skin deafening. Aeon kneads at the mattress with eager claws, eyelids fluttering when Rain arches and soaks the sheets for what has to be the fourth time so far.

"Such a perfect slut for us," Mountain grunts, sinking his teeth into Rain's stockinged calf as his orgasm rolls through him in fierce waves. Aeon watches Rain's stomach intently, adoring the way each thrust of Mountain's cock makes it bulge.

"She's so well behaved," he admires, and the single mascara-stained tear that slips from the corner of Rain's eye makes his heart skip.

Mountain pulls out when his balls are finally empty, holds Rain's legs wide open so Aeon can crawl down and get a real good eyeful of how he can't even fully clench. A mix of cum of slick leak from his abused hole, but the way his clit jumps makes it so obvious that Rain still needs more.

"I think she's ready for you now," Mountain rumbles, licking sweat from his upper lip as Rain legs shake in his grip. Aeon chokes, cock flexing and slapping against his belly when Rain whimpers through the gag. "Hush," Mountain chides as Aeon scrambles to his side, trembling all over. "We all know you aren't done yet, princess."

"Fuck, look at her," Aeon huffs, the back of hjs hand ghosting down Rain's thigh. "I can see so deep inside."

Aeon hooks two fingers into his gaping cunt, and Rain tries so hard to bring his legs together. A hopeless endeavor considering Mountain's firm grip on his ankles, but the effort is cute.

"She's so loose now," Aeon comments, smearing the mess between Rain's milky thighs. "I don't think she'll even be able to make me cum."

Rain sobs at that, staring up at them with wide, watery eyes and pink, streaky cheeks. Aeon wants to gather that gorgeous face in both hands and kiss him until he can't breathe, but that will have to wait.

Besides, they have other plans to take his breath way.

"We can fix that," Mountain says, low, and the flash of fear in Rain's eyes when he gestures at the bedside table makes Aeon's stomach swoop. He hurries to open the drawer, and inside -

"Oh."

Aeon returns with Mountain's idea of a fix; a hard plastic tube filled with too-pink silicone, the end of it molded into the most picture perfect pussy he's ever seen. It's so fake looking he could laugh, but the moment Rain sees what he's holding all Aeon can do it lick his lips.

"Ae'n," Rain tries to say through the gag, tongue flopping behind the ring. "Don', 'lease don'...wan' you, not -"

"Hush," Mountain repeats, and this time Rain earns a slap to the cunt for his trouble. He squeals, writhes, and if Aeon has to wait any longer to stick his dick in something he's swears he's going to dissolve. "Give it here," Mountain tells him, and Aeon only drops the toy once before he manages it.

He can only hear the rush of his own blood as he watches Mountain gather Rain's copious slick and smear it over the plastic of the fleshlight, the surface shimmering in the lamplight. Mountain looks up at him as he works, tipping his head at the sight of Aeon's cock dribbling onto the floor.

"You should get that wetter first," he comments, gesturing with the toy. Pointing it between Aeon's pretty pink stiffy and Rain's wonderfully inviting mouth. "Go on, let her be useful."

When Aeon gets the hint, his knees wobble.

He's gentle when he threads his fingers into Rain's sweat-soaked hair, stroking a hot cheek along the way. Rain leans into the soft touch as best he can, a little reprieve from their combined cruelty - cruelty he'd damn near demanded this morning, already all dressed up before Mountain and Aeon had even finished breakfast. His eyes drift shut as Aeon's other hand cups his chin, and the sound Rain makes when Aeon pushes two fingers through the ring is nothing short of stunning.

"Good girl," Aeon breathes, and that's all the warning Rain gets before he's forced to gag. His eyes fly open, blown nearly black as Aeon gathers saliva on those two fingers. He makes the loveliest choking sound when Aeon pulls them out, smearing that wetness all over his cock with an ever-tightening grip on Rain's messy curls. "Is that enough, Mount?"

The other ghoul looks up from where he's dragging the fleshlight between Rain's swollen lips, hums his approval, and Aeon lets Rain's head thud back against the pillows. Wipes the excess saliva coating his fingers off on Rain's burning cheek before he joins Mountain at the foot of the bed once more. He brings the toy to his lips, spreads it open to spit inside, and when he hands it over Aeon mimics the action without question.

"Is she ready?" His voice has gone so thready, the idea of what he's about to do setting off a cascade of goosebumps. Mountain hums, nods, and with one last kiss to Rain's ankle he crawls up onto the bed. Pins Rain's legs down with little effort, the other ghoul far past fighting.

"Take a deep breath, angel," Mountain says as Aeon takes his place. He's drooling down his chin, hands shaking as he lines up the plastic tube with Rain's hole. "You can scream if you need to."

Aeon isn't sure if that part is meant for him or for Rain, but neither of them stays quiet when he pushes the toy inside him. Watches him stretch around it, no resistance for how wet the other ghoul is, the fleshlight sinking deeper and deeper until just the flared head of it sticks out of that beautiful cunt.

"Holy shit, she actually took it." Aeon's dizzy at the sight, at the truly sad sounds pouring from Rain's mouth. Clammy palms stroke Rain's quivering thighs, his gasping breaths music to Aeon's ears.

"She'll take more than that," Mountain tells him with a chuckle, and when Aeon looks up he finds the other ghoul fondling his own soft cock and Rain's still-covered chest. "Go on," he encourages, deeply amused. "See how much she likes it like this."

Aeon can't close his mouth, tongue flicking over dry lips as he touches spit-slick silicone. He watches Rain like a hawk, stares into those beautifully dazed eyes as his fingers trace the edges of the toy's lips. He doesn't know what to expect when he sinks a finger inside it, but it certainly isn't the shuddering, whorish moan that escapes the ghoul before him.

"Can she feel it?" Aeon pumps that finger in and out, and every motion makes Rain twitch. Surely he can't, but...

"No," Mountain says cheerily. "That's why she likes it so much."

"'uck 'e," Rain gurgles, grasping at the binds around his wrists. Trying so hard to to get any sort of stimulation, his clit so stiff and red that Aeon almost gives in to the urge to stroke it. Almost. "'lease, 'lease 'uck 'e, I -"

"What's that, love?" Mountain plucks a nipple through his bralette, a sharp pinch that makes Rain's eyes roll. "Use your words. We can't help you otherwise."

At long, long last, Rain weeps. Fat, hot tears of frustration flow like rivers down his cheeks, soaking into his hair and the pillow below, and it's with a tight growl that Mountain says,

"That's our girl."

He leans down and kisses Rain as Aeon lines up, fingers digging into Rain's waist, and the sound of their tongues dancing is accented by the clink of metal. Mountain brings the gag with him when he pulls back, and Aeon thinks he's never seen Rain look so desperate.

"Pleaae fuck me," he slurs, thick and urgent and with a trembling lower lip that Aeon yearns to bite. "Please, I'll...I'll be such a good girl, please -"

Aeon shoves his cock into that tight silicone, and like the whore he is Rain howls.

Aeon won't last more than five pumps, and he couldn't possibly care less.

[wrathofrats]

Swiss trying to condition dew into forcefem

Gets phantom all dolled up and sweet for him while dew fights and spits and refuses to put the little dress on and sit on his knees

So he lets dew refuse, lets dew out while he praises and gropes phantom and says how pretty he is, what a good girl he is while dew just sits and gets more and more jealous of the praise and attention

Phantoms a loud little shit too, absolutely puts on a show so dew will get jealous. Not his fault he wants to see him in a skimpy little dress.

Watches him change while Swiss continues to touch him

And maybe dew sits pretty on his knees and asks Swiss so nicely for him to grope his tits too ):

[wormswurld]

thinking abt Art & Patrick making out for the first time (after the three way kiss scene maybe??) and Patricks used to being with women so he goes to cup Arts chest & squeezes n Art lets out the most pornographic whine ever… 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

OMG 😵‍💫 i’m drooling, i’m drooling, i’m drooling…. patrick would just subconsciously do it, maybe after the first time he does it he starts to do it on purpose to get those pretty moans and whines out of art! starts going to further with it and calls him his “pretty girl” and says he loves his “tits” 🙈 mmmmm them kissing is so hotttt!!!!!!! i will never get over the makeout scene!!!!!

[skele-bunny]

Thinking about Ghouls and their love for titties......

CW - Forcefem, lactation/nursing, piercing/hook pulling

Dewdrop just smothering himself in Aether's chest, and whining like a kit when he's pulled away. Always finds a way to slam himself right back between his pectorals and Aether just accepts his fate at that point.

Swiss constantly gropping Cirrus, purring and his tail just wagging so damn much. "So pretty... So soft... Perfect for my hands..." Cirrus has none of it before turning around and squeezing his muscles in the same way. "You need a new bra!"

Sunshine always snuggling her face in Aurora's chest when they cuddle and vice versa, sometimes just simply holding each other just for another form of contact.

Mountain always worming a hand up Phantom's shirt when they're sleeping back-to-chest. Sometimes his hand just twitches while he's asleep, and Ant just whines when the twitches gets too tender on the same breast so Mountain subconsciously switches LMAO.

Cumulus just cooing as she holds Dew's tiny tits while forcing him in front of a mirror. "Such pretty little things you have, babydoll. Such a good girl... Just got to keep growing these out, and you'll fit so perfectly in your bra."

Omega loves tracing over Terzo's keyhole scars, sometimes dragging his tongue over them or placing kisses all around the outline.

Terzo also has a thing for Omega's titties ajkwkd. Like Dew does to Aether, he will happily just lay his face between Omega's chest, just kicking his feet and the happiest man on earth. Sometimes likes tugging on his piercings just to hear him growl.

Rain absolutely blissed out with Aether on one of his tits and Dew on the other, slowly milking out his swollen breasts. They tag team him with it, too. Dew rubbing his clit and Aether slowly finger fucking him.

Copia has fucked almost everyone's chest at least once. Absolutely adored Cumulus'! Just how hers absolutely squeezed him, provided so much warmth too. One thing he loved the most was that she kept her tongue out so every time he'd thrust forward, her tongue would graze his tip and was ready to take his load.

Swiss has hooked Dew's nipple piercings to wire for piercing pulls and just loved hearing him cry out from the pain, but boy did Dew enjoy it so much. If his moans didn't show it then his slick did jwjsjx.

Itty Bitty Titty Community Dew, Phantom, Aurora, and Sunshine having to survive the others nipple twists and it has now caused a war against the Big Booby Brigade Aether, Cumulus, Cirrus, and Rain. They're tied even.

Mist letting Pebble take naps on her chest, and then they both end up passed out and somehow Zephyr?? Gets there?? Too????? Who invited you /silly

Mountain is as flat chested as flat chested can be, but does that stop Swiss? Absolutely not. "Baby, your tits look absolutely amazing today."/"Your boobs look so heavy, want me to hold them for you?"

Swiss. Swiss and tiddies. That's it. That's the rest of the post

[velvetvexations]

Public Sex: The Culture of Radical Sex by Pat Califia

this is such a cool attitude to have

[virginprayer]

starcest —

i think sirius should forcefem regulus. sirius is comfortable with their own gender fluidity and she see so much feminine potential in regulus that regulus hasn’t seemed to notice himself. it pains sirius, for a while, and then sirius has no choice but to take it into his own hands. i know sirius wants to put make-up on regulus so badly, and when regulus is just tipsy enough, they let sirius at it. because that’s his sibling who they love & want to see happy. and then more and more frequently, when sirius asks to do it again, regulus agrees. sirius takes regulus on shopping trips, regulus acting half like a disinterested boyfriend, half like another of sirius’ girl-friends. sirius points out feminine clothing that she thinks regulus would look good in, girly decor that regulus should buy. regulus mostly takes it as a joke. sirius gives regulus feminine skin care products for his birthday and christmas and regulus hates wasting things so his skin is getting softer and he smells like flowers all the time. sirius “accidentally” leaves her clothes items in reg’s room/where he lives, and when regulus says something about it, sirius tells them they can always borrow them if he wants :) and it’s girly panties, crop tops and skirts

[rottenk1sses]

i feel the same way about daddy kink btw no man will ever hear me saying daddy to him

BUT... i do like the idea of calling art donaldson mommy. like. in a force feminization kinda way. yk.... like yeah i WILL put a baby on you art donaldson

i feel like a caveman seeing fire for the first time. oh my.

calling him mommy when the strap is six inches deep inside him, stroking his hair and his flushed cheek while he moans and his back arches up. starting to fuck him through his first orgasm of the night as you lean down and kiss his jaw.

“mmn, you’re gonna make such a good mommy, aren’t you? god, you’ve already got the prettiest tits, cant wait to see how much bigger they’ll get once i put a baby in you..”

he’s delirious and nodding along to every syllable that spills from your dirty mouth:/ only managing to choke out a “gonna be a good mommy” when you bump his prostate

[sentientgolfball]

Rain fingering Mountain’s sheath and cooing about how pretty his cunt is is this anything?

[wrathofrats]

19) getting turned on by their partner’s new uniform for work and then roleplaying a bit with cumulus or aether seeing mountain in a veil? 👀

19) getting turned on by their partner’s new uniform for work and then roleplaying a bit with cumulus or aether seeing mountain in a veil? 👀

YEAH. ….. YEAH. It’s fuckery. Modesty and forcefem. Like 200 words idk

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"Modest" cumulus wrapped the veil around her finger, admiring the way it framed mountains face. He still had the mask on, the balaclava underneath now pulled underneath his chin.

Even while kneeling mountains head still came up to about chest height on cumulus, trying to not let his eyes wander or head drift to rest on her. Her sweet smile made him feel dizzy, even after all the years they'd been together.

Aether wasn't helping either, he stood next to cumulus with a strong hand on the nape of his neck, thumbing at the space behind his ear.

"Uniform could be practically painted on mo" aether trailed a finger down, brushing over the rhinestones that decorated the thin fabric. He stopped at his chest, rubbing at his nipple before pulling away. "A sweet veil to hide your face but almost nothing to cover anything else"

Mountains hands instinctively shifted to cover his lap, spreading feeling how hard he was through the suit. Maybe the words of being modest getting to his head or maybe it was the way cumulus and aether looked at him like he was a piece of meat they couldn't wait to sink their teeth into. He pressed down slightly, a small whimper escaping from behind his lips at the bit of pressure.

"How easy was that?" Cumulus tipped his chin up to look at her. "Is it the purity of it that gets to you? All covered up for papa but can't even hide that poor cock of yours?"

"Thing just thinks for you doesn't it?" Aether pulled his face towards him "is that what you like? Anyone could see how much their words get to you? Could just soak through the flimsy costume couldn't you"

"Come on pretty girl, let us see how wet you get"

[wormswurld]

benson putting cute hair clips and bows in randy’s hair since it’s grown out! maybe even braiding his hair before he drives him to his shift at their local diner,, “you’re lookin’ pretty baby, time to ring in those tips..” benson whispers in randy’s ear, grabbing him by his waist and nibbling at his ear making him giggle.. once benson drops randy off at the diner he gives him a kiss goodbye and rolls down his window to wish his ‘pretty girl’ a good shift <33

[fen-n-matty]

🔞 🍇🧃 Minoru Mineta NSFW headcannons 🔞

cw/tw: A LOT OF CNC/NONCON, harassment, some detrans kink mentions, force-fem, somno, MANIPULATION, actual canon/shitty person Minoru Mineta headcannons

⚰🕊 don't act shocked he's a bad person

Okay Mineta is insanely kinky, and him being one of my fictional bf's I had to come back on here and write about him.

I think and have always thought that Mineta has a preference towards women, or aFaB people; or androgynous people over heavily masculine folk, but I don't think he'd be against dating someone super masculine. But I prefer to think he'd be hella into femboys, self proclaimed "fake-boys", and all the latter.

I think he'd have, or be open for every kink under the sun. Though, I do think his favorites are probably CNC/Noncon related, corruption related, and pred on prey fantasies.

I mean, he has multiple lines of dialogue to base these off of, but one of my all-time favorites is when he says -

"How stupid of them not to stagger the times of me being naked next to each other, I hope they never learn from their mistakes."

He clearly knows what he is doing is wrong and he also clearly is into the idea of the person he is pursuing being naive and being off guard around him - and that he views it as a mistake to be made. (quite literally by definition a corruption or noncon fantasy)

I do think he would be heavily into pred-on-prey fantasy, due to some lines of dialogue from My Hero 1's Justice 2,

"When you've got your enemy cornered, you turn into a real predator, and I'm your prey."

He's also been confirmed to be into whips?

I do think he would be one HELL of a switch, not in a sense he'd be able to top just anyone, he'd probably be extremely easy to overpower, honestly - But as in, I do think he would equally find the idea of dominating someone arousing as the idea of submitting or being forced into submission by someone arousing.

I also think he would be into somnophilia, but that's mainly because of his fantasies of midnight.

If he had a partner that was trans, and they happened to have big tits, I don't think he would necessarily see them as a girl, he's not transphobic I don't believe - but he would think in a very weird way about it, referring to it as having "a boyfriend with a chicks body."

Also he would be very adamant on getting his partner to wear tighter clothes, even if it made them slightly uncomfortable - (he would find the discomfort attractive)

If he had a particularly naive partner, he would try to find secret ways to feed his horny fantasies. Buy them shorter, tighter clothes because "summers coming, you gotta stop wearing those long sleeves, you'll have heatstroke." (Thank you Fen, for this inspiration from our Roleplays) - or try to get them to bounce. I'm talking, like. Get them to play a DDR round at a arcade, or convince them to exercise with him "To get stronger together!" - just to watch some nice tits bouncing.

I also think he'd be the type of partner to cop a feel unprompted. I'm not talking soft gropes at the thigh I'm talking full on grabbing a hand on a tit or ass and then claiming he was "adjusting/fixing" your clothes or smacking a bug off. Totally.

I don't necessarily think he'd be riled up by the idea of having his trans partner detransition for him, but I do think he'd get off to the idea of getting his boyfriend in pretty tight clothing and humiliating him a little bit while sneakily pretending that his real intentions are just being sweet and generous.

The somno kink would be both ways as well, he'd fantasize about getting woken up to nice head, but he'd also be the type to wake his partner up randomly to being... Incredibly touchy.

Obviously I do think he'd respect his partner and love his partner at times, but let me be so for-real for a Minet-a (get it. That was a horrible pun let me stop-)

he's a conniving and manipulative piece of shit. As much as I wanna say he's not for defending purposes, I also want to say I love him this way.

He's one of the smartest classmates in his class, and he doesn't use it for JUST studying.

He's the kind of partner to sneak into your room/dorm at night to try to see if you'll jack off without him knowing he's there.

He's the kind of partner to purposefully try to humiliate his partner for his own benefit.

He's a loving and kind person, don't get me wrong, but he's got a hell of a sex drive, one that overrides any morals he may have.

I ran out of things to think to say. Idk man I'm gay.

[princescar]

do you think junko slips yasuke estrogen in his coffee in an attempt to make their relationship yuri (<- normal about them)

oh most definitely

i just KNOW her ass was a little too into putting him in dresses

[neonjesterfag]

I cannot stress enough how fucking eagerly I would give myself up to someone. It should be fucking embarrassing how one of the only things that gets me hard anymore is the thought of being tortured and kidnapped and used.

It would just be so easy!!! Give me an edible and lie to me about the dosage and you'll have me stupid and begging to be whored out from just a look!!! What good is getting high without someone to grope and touch me when I can't protest??

Shove me around and make fun of how tiny I am. Especially now. My tits might be pretty and sensitive and more to fondle, but my dick is even more pathetic and useless now..

It's not my fault I end up so attracted to anyone that bullies me and hurts me!! It's not my fault my brain gets rewired every time someone starts to humiliate me and makes me pathetically leaky!! I kinda just want someone to abuse me until they force me to admit I'm probably a girl,