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Cheeky

More pride stuff 🏳️‍🌈 Everyone get in a seance circle and manifest that our social media overlords don't try to nuke this post. Anyways, these are some pinups I did awhile ago featuring Bowie and Dev. Bowie has a tattoo on his butt of a peach, because he's from Georgia (har har).

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HEAR ME OUT

Bro i need it so bad its not even funny anymore

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Let's bring more of my ogs into Project GATE! I'm flipping a few things around in the og story. In Cas' case, he is now a half dev/half salz (read, another abomination in the eyes of the dev). Shaye is still his father, but was never present in Cas' life because he was arrested by the Emperor of Light (Night's father) for conspiracy to help the former Empress escape. That's right, Cas is roughly 80 years old in this timeline, but he ages incredibly slowly due to being salz. He was a teenager for about 50 or so years and just now matured into adulthood.

Shaye eventually does get out of prison but he is not free to go back to where Cas is because he is forced to train Koray at the Penumbral temple on Sintra. He never really gets to know Cas and dies on his return to the homeworlds. Cas resents Koray for this and has made it his mission to destroy him. How does Enver play into this? Well, you're just gonna have to stay tuned to find out.

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Unnerving homanoids my beloved ❤️❤️❤️

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Btw! If you want me to write my character x you (an ftm), but my usual work doesn't apply to you because: you are disabled, you have a different body type than me, you have a different culture than me, ect. You may slide into my ask box (anon is on for my shy and socially anxious peeps, I see you ;3) and ask me to write you x my character with your own personal accommodations so that it applies to you better! I am not an expert, but I will try my best and do some research so that I can accommodate to you as best as I can! Just because you're different than the reader I usually write for, doesn't mean you shouldn't be allowed to enjoy my work :) Also if you are a brave soul and ask off anon, I will privately DM you to ask you personally about details you want so that I'm as accurate as possible. Also because I will have to do research for your accommodations and I have ADHD which has a tendency to hinder my progress sometimes, it will take more time than usual, so please be patient.

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Just leaving these here for ideas: Ogre (insert Shrek joke here), Cyclops, Goblin, Ork, Gorgon (although, for this one, I'll have to make the reader blind for obvious reasons and yes Tumblr has features that make it accessible to blind people, I looked it up because I wanna write this as a fun challenge for myself and because I wanna include as many FTM people as I can in my writing and learn about different kinds of people.), maybe I'll write about a Sphinx (I hope you like riddles :)), obligatory dragon ad (I will try my best not to make the reader Donkey 2.0), Sea monster, merpeople, aforementioned Gargoyle, succubus/incubus, robot?, aliens definitely

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Gargoyles anyone?

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Ugh

I need to write a fic about a pathetic male monster getting cucked by the (ftm) reader and another monster.

I just need to.

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Male Victorian Ghost x FTM Reader

Warnings: You are the dom and power bottom, it's the ghost's first time, rough sex, you degrade him lightly and praise him, the lights flicker when he's close to an orgasm

You had moved into an old house for a cheap price that was practically a steal for such a nice house. On top of that, everything in the house was working fine, there was absolutely no catch this time. In this economy, it was like something straight out of fiction you'd read online. You soon found out that the reason the house was so cheap is because it had a ghost problem. The ghost in question was a man in his mid 30s from the Victorian era by the name of Raymond Cooper who had hung himself for reasons he much preferred not to talk about. He looked like a man in his 30s, but he also looked very dead at the same time. He sometimes appeared more skeletal than other times. You found this out because he introduced himself to you politely. By now he was used to having people stay in his former home and grew tired of hiding. If he was to have someone live in his home with him, he was going to make sure it was at least bearable for both parties. So he set some ground rules for you: don't go into the attic, don't destroy the house, if you're going to make renovations make sure they only fix things and don't change them too much, keep the house as tidy as you can and you can ask him for help with that if you need it (it's not like he has anything else to do anyway) and overall just be nice. You also set some ground rules for him, it was only fair.

Over time, you two became friends, then you came out as trans to him, then you caught feelings for each other, then you confessed to him. He would have metaphorically shat himself if he had to show any emotional vulnerability first. You two became boyfriends which made Raymond admit to his sexual repression during his time alive. You both talked through it and you showed him that he had nothing to be afraid of and that you wouldn't judge him or think less of him regardless of what he liked sexually (unless it was anything immoral, which wasn't the case with him at all). So you told him that whenever he was ready, he could ask you for sex.

Today was the day he decided he was ready. You were in your shared room sitting next to him on the bed. You had just gone over everything you both needed to know, his boundaries, your boundaries and making sure you both knew to respect eachother's 'no's if either one of you said it.

"C-could you... turn around so that I can undress? I'll do the same for you..." He proposed. You smiled sweetly.

"Sure." You told him. You both got up, turned away from each other and got undressed. "Can I turn back around?" You asked once you were done. Raymond turned to face you in order to reply, but once he saw you fully nude from the back, the words got caught in his throat. He stared at you in both excitement and fear. "Raymond?" You asked.

"Y-yes, y-y-you can t-turn around..." He stammered. You turned to face him. His heart skipped a beat upon seeing you from the front. If he were alive, he might have had a heart attack. He was obviously very anxious judging by his body language. He was already very handsome with clothes on, now you finally got to admire the rest of him. He was well built, curvy, and in good shape, but nothing extreme. He was a healthy weight for a man in his 30s and surprisingly shaven which you later found out that yes, some Victorian men shaved their body hair. You also noticed he was already semi-erect. He was frozen in place, staring at you, unable to speak. You walked over to him and cupped his face.

"Are you ok?" You asked.

"Y-yes, I'm just... this is new..." He admitted.

"We can just cuddle for now if you want." You suggested. He nodded in agreement. You lied down on the bed and signaled for him to come into your arms. He curled up next to you. You gently held him and closed your eyes for a bit. When you opened them again, you noticed him looking at your figure admiringly. You began to caress him as you lightly teased him, "You can touch, I won't mind one bit." He flushed violently, unable to keep eye contact with you. You kissed his forehead to reassure him. He hesitantly reached out and placed his hand on your chest. He slowly dragged it down your body and stopped right above your t-dick. He flushed harder when you spread your legs to encourage him. He took a moment to breathe before finding the courage to run his hand over it. The violent blush on his face came back when he did, especially as he saw you get harder through his hand. "Think you're ready?" You asked him. He nodded at you. You got onto your knees and lied him down on the bed, hovering over him. He looked up at you, blushing violently with wide eyes. "May I?" You asked, just to be sure. He nodded quickly. You spread yourself open and gently slid onto him. He let out a cute moan as you did before quickly covering his mouth with his hand in embarrassment. "It's ok." You chuckled at how adorable he was. "If anything, I want to hear your sweet cries, it helps." You told him as you cupped his face. His breath hitched as you felt him harden inside you. You began to ride him slowly, adjusting to his size. He made so many adorable and pathetic sounds already. "Try to hold it in so you can last more than two minutes, alright sweetie?" You teased. You felt him twitch inside you as he let out a pathetic whine. You decided you were gonna test the waters a little. "Good boy." You cooed. He let out a louder moan than the rest at the words before quickly turning away in embarrassment. You felt him harden like a rock. "Do you like when I call you that?" You asked. He refused to look at you as he nodded. "How cute." You cooed as you quickened the pace. Raymond let out a series of uncontrollable moans as you went on. "Hold it, sweetie." You teased. Raymond was clearly struggling to hold back. The way he clenched up, shut his eyes, bit his lip and let out little whimpers and whines. You slowed down, allowing him to catch his breath and stop being so tense. He whined in desperation. He wanted you to keep going even though he knew damn well he wouldn't have been able to hold it.

"D-dear, please..." He begged.

"Please what? Use your words, sweetie." You teased. He shivered in excitement.

"P-please... f-faster..." He begged.

"So desperate..." You teased. "I don't know if I should..." You went on with a mischievous grin.

"Y-y/n, please!... I... I-I need you, please-..." He begged as he tried to grab your hips and pull them closer to him. You suddenly began to pound into him again. He let out a series of loud, uncontrollable moans again. He couldn't think anymore. His eyes rolled back into his head as he frothed at the mouth. His whole body was shaking violently.

"Such a needy boy..." You teased. Raymond could barely focus.

"U-use m-me..." Was the only thing he could manage to say. You went even faster and harder to finally finish him off. His moans grew so loud, he was practically screaming. You were worried the neighbors might hear, but you figured you'd deal with that later. He clung onto you, digging his nails into your back as you went. His eyes seemed to water. The lights in the room were starting to flicker as he got closer. You tried not to let it distract you. You were getting close too. Suddenly, Raymond let out what was practically a scream as the lights flickered violently before completely shutting off as he came. You lied down on top of him, catching your breath together. You slowly pulled off of him, making him squirm and whine a bit more. You smiled at him and toyed with his hair as he caught his breath. He looked up at you, dazed. You kissed him.

"So how was it?" You asked sarcastically.

"It was... wonderful..." He smiled, still dazed. The sarcasm completely flew over his head.

"Wait until we try fucking you analy." You teased. Raymond's eyes widened as he stared at you, blushing violently again. "Not tonight, don't worry. And only if you want to." You reassured him. He smiled sheepishly at the thought. "Anyway, you definitely need aftercare after that." You told him as you cuddled up next to him and kissed him. He curled up into you, hugging you tightly.

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I just wanna take a moment to express my gratitude to all of you for giving my posts so much love :) Thank you all so much, it means the world to me that my writing is loved and appreciated even if it's a bunch of silly smut stories ❤️

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I have a blog to write about elves @elffucker490 if you're interested.

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Spider lady anyone? 👀

Yes, I too am freaked out by spiders, but if it's just her (non of those creepy little fucks, at least, not on you), doesn't that add a little flare to the experience? Like, you're anxious, but it's bearable and even exciting.

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Male Pumpkin Head Scarecrow x FTM reader

Warnings: Plant-like scarecrow, lots of pumpkin-like cum with pumpkin seeds (no, you don't get pregnant, they're pumpkin seeds), rough fucking, vine bondage

It was a cool fall evening. You absolutely loved the season. The smell, the colours, the temperature, you could go on. You were situated on the countryside where lots of corn grew. In fact, there was a cornfield nearby you liked to go to to read during the evenings. You were on your way there now with a towel and a good book. You found your little spot where the corn parted a bit and set yourself up. You read until the sun began to set.

As the end of the day was nearing, you had gotten to a particularly smutty part of the book you were reading. You looked around and listened. You were completely alone. You felt a cheeky tingle go up your spine as the thought crossed your mind. You began to slowly reach down and into your pants as you read. You began to masturbate.

Unbeknownst to you, you weren't in fact alone in the cornfield. Not too far from you was a pumpkin headed scarecrow. Every evening, the scarecrow would come down from his perch and wander the field to entertain himself after a long day of not doing much.

It wasn't too long before he found you. He curiously and cautiously watched you. He thought it was curious how you appeared male like him, but had something completely different between your legs. Something he'd never seen before. It was attractive to him nonetheless and he just accepted that that sort of thing was possible.

He reached down, watching you, as he too began to play with what was in between his legs. It was a large, phallic thing that looked very plant-like. It twitched every time you made a small, involuntary sound. The scarecrow's breath hitched. He accidentally let out a small moan which caught your attention.

You looked up at him and you both froze in place. The scarecrow's heart dropped, but he also felt some pleasure from being discovered. You studied him and looked down at his cock. You were way too horny to be afraid, especially with a nice cock like that right in front of you. You didn't question how this was even possible, you figured you'd do that later. For now, you took off your pants and underwear, turned around and spread your front hole for the scarecrow. You gestured for him to come closer. The scarecrow hesitated. Then he slowly crawled over to you. He put his hands on your hips. He was surprisingly soft and plant-like for a scarecrow, but still colder than your average human person.

You felt him twitch against your entrance as he panted. He became shaky. He let himself slide inside without thinking. He clearly wasn't aware of the fact that you needed to adjust to him. It hurt and you winced and groaned, but it hurt in a good way. The scarecrow let out a lengthy moan as his length went inside you. He moaned as he twitched inside you, not moving. It was definitely his first time. You rocked your hips back and forth to show him what he needed to do. He let out surprised moans as you slid up and down his length and was confused when you stopped. You gave him an expectant look. He suddenly understood and began fucking you properly. He gripped your hips tightly and guided you up and down his length as he fucked into you. You couldn't really suppress your moans anymore and neither could he.

Suddenly, vines uprooted from the ground and coiled around your wrists and ankles to keep you steady. You were concerned at first, but when you saw your fuck buddy wasn't reacting, you put two and two together and realized it was probably his doing. You loved it. You leaned into him more to make him go deeper. The scarecrow coiled his arms around you, hugging your back as he fucked you faster. You both moaned louder in response. More vines began to coil around you, up your arms and legs and around your body.

You tried to break free to at least reach your t-dick to no avail. Luckily, the scarecrow noticed what you trying to do and felt around for what you were trying to reach. Once he touched your t-dick, you cried out, giving him his answer. He rubbed it a bit as he fucked you until the vines spread to it and began stroking it and coiling around it for you, giving you an amazing sensation.

Your increased display of arousal was driving the scarecrow mad. He fucked into you even harder and faster, desperate. The vines made sure to never stop moving on and around your t-dick for as long as they were on you.

The rest of the vines ran over your body, excitedly searching for more erogenous zones to stimulate. Whenever they found one, they didn't leave the spot alone. You were in and out of feeling overstimulated, but never long enough for it to bother you. Your body quivered as an orgasm began to build up. It didn't go unnoticed. The scarecrow quickened his pace for you again and the vines followed suit. Ecstasy coursed through your body as the scarecrow unleashed an abnormally large gush of cum into you with what felt like pumpkin seeds in it.

As the scarecrow came down from his orgasm, the vines let go of you and retreated back into the ground. The scarecrow pulled out of you and you examined the scene as he caught his breath. Yeah, there were pumpkin seeds in his cum. His cum was a gooey orange colour. It looked like a mixture of pumpkin juice and cum with seeds. You turned your attention back to the scarecrow and got close to him again. He silently watched you. You pulled him into a cuddle session and he returned the affection tenfold. You spent the whole night together.

From then on, you kept coming back to him throughout the season to spend time together. You also found out he could write and sign and that his name was Stitches. As the season was coming to an end, you began to worry. You decided you'd visit the farmer who owned him and ask to buy him. Surely the farmer didn't know his scarecrow was alive right? You didn't want to risk it and sound crazy, so you acted as though he was a regular scarecrow.

You came up to the farmer's door nervously and asked. The farmer looked at you deadpanned and said,

"So you're the one who's been fucking my scarecrow?" You were stunned, you didn't know what to say. The farmer admitted that he knew the scarecrow was alive and that the scarecrow often expressed how fond he was of you through writing and sign language. The farmer said you could keep the scarecrow for free if you swore not to tell a soul he was sentient. The farmer expressed that he didn't want to be investigated by any secret services. He also admitted he was a mage. You agreed to keep his secrets and soon, your new scarecrow boyfriend/fuck buddy (depending on whether you're arospec or not) moved in with you.

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Hey peeps... so considering the fact that this blog is targeted at an ftm audience, I thought I should come out and let you all know:

Please do not request detrans kink or misgendering kink from me. It makes me insanely uncomfortable. If that's your kink, it's fine, but please be respectful and keep it away from me and other trans people who aren't into it.

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Zombie priest corruption kink anyone? He's dead, so he did his duty, no? Can't he get buttfucked a little as a treat?

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