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You text me just before you arrive at my house telling me "I have a new toy to try out on you, unlock the door and wait naked and blindfolded in front of the door for me princess".

As I'm getting rid of my clothes, putting on the blindfold and waiting there I'm fantasising about the new toy could it be a new strapon to fuck me, a remote controlled vibrator or some new handcuffs.

Eventually, you walk through the door, seeing that I've followed your instructions. You come up to me and kiss me while stroking my tits and then you whisper in my ear. "Hello, princess, you're such a good little girl for me." I quickly burst out asking "what did you buy to play with me is it a new" you grab my nipples pinching them hard "I was going to reward you princess for following my instructions but your such a needy slut you didn't even greet me thats not how a princess acts".

As I attempt to apologise you shush me and say "Sluts don't speak without permission". As I stand there hearing you search for something in your bag and start to open it I cautiously get excited wondering what you could've bought to punish me with.

As you walk towards me, you grab my hand and lead me to the sofa telling me, "Lay down slut". You take the cap off the pen you bought specifically to write on my bodie and press it against my skin. I slightly squirm away from the cold object that touched me so you tell me "stay still slut".

As you starting writing all over my body you tell me how you're writing everything I am a slut, a whore, a fucktoy, mommy's little pet, goddesses slave, mistresses hole and so on. After what seems like forever, you finish writing and pull me up to stand in front of you so you can fully admire your handiwork.

You grab your phone and start taking pictures from every angle saying "I'm going to show you these pictures then after you've seen them you can tell me what you want to do with them but I want to post them online my little slut so everyone will know who you truly?"

You slowly take off my blindfold holding your phone up to my face and as I start to read the words on the picture of my body I start to cry dropping to my knees as you also drop down to hug me and as the tears fill my eyes I can't read anymore.

So you start listing off the actual words on my body "Princess, my girlfriend, the most beautiful girl, sweetheart, my soul mate, cutest little clitty, prettiest face, nicest ass, gorgeous little tits" and so many more.

While I cry into your arms, I try to say thank you, but you stop me. "You're my little princess, I'll do anything to make you happy.

(This is about sapphic sex. Cis men and minors DNI)

I want to take a cute trans girl out into the woods wearing matching dresses. Once we get far away from any other people, I'll take her to a clearing in the woods and push her onto the ground, her gorgeous body surrounded by beautiful blossoming flowers.

I flip both of our dresses exposing her tight butt and my girl cock which I push deep into her cute butt, fucking her hard until I cum deep inside of her laying there looking like a elven princess surronded by enchanting flowers.

As I'm catching my breath she flips me around so I'm on the ground and pushes herself inside of me. When I start being fucked I look up and see a goddess glowing radiantly as the sun starts to set behind her. She cums deeps inside me then collapses on me her face losing the glow but being radiant as ever.

We lay there for some time kissing and giggling about how good it felt and what if someone caught us. While walking back out of the woods I can feel her cum dripping down my legs. I ask her which one of us does she think will leak more cum out of us before we get home saying the one who does is officially a bigger slut. We walk back, teasing each other on how loose the other persons asshole is and the size of toys that could fit inside.

When we finally get home with cum all over our legs we try to scoop as much cum from the other person's legs trying to measure how much has leaked out while trying to stop the other person from doing the same. Making a huge mess covering our dresses, hair and most of our skin in each others cum until we look at ourselves in a mirror agreeing we're both the biggest sluts.

I want to tie you up on my bed so you can't move at all. Them masturbate all over your gorgeous face and cum all over it talking about how you don't deserve to touch mommy's cock and hopefully having my perfect load all over you will make you even more beautiful pet for mistress.

I leave you there for around thirty minutes as you hear me moving around our dining room and kitchen, unable to move. Feeling my cum dry on your face until I finally come back and start masturbating once again but this time on your perky tits cumming all over them. This continues on for a few hours as I keep on cumming less and less down your whole body.

Finally after the last load has basically nothing come out and it has dried up I untie you and carry you into the bathroom where there is a bubble bath waiting for you and I wash and worship every part of your body cleaning up all of my mess. I leave you to finish in the bath and bring you some new fancy clothes that I bought specifically for you and your makeup and hair products saying you've been such a good girl for me the past few hours so I'm treating you to something special so get ready and let me know when you're done. I go and start getting ready as well, putting on elaborate makeup and a matching dress.

Then when I hear you say that you're ready I gasp at how gorgeous you look saying that you're such a beautiful princess and I'm the luckiest girl alive to be with you. I lead you by your hand into our living room as you look onto the candlelit dinner I have prepared for you with flowers and two presents wrapped up just for you. I pull out a chair for you to sit asking if this is fancy enough for my princess.

I go to the kitchen and bring out your favourite drink and starter. Sitting down, I explain that I needed you busy for a few hours as I set this up, and I cooked your favourite main dish and desert as well.

After we finish chatting and eating, I urge you to open the smaller present, finding some jewellery you really wanted. The other present is a remote-controlled vibrator that you try out, and I promise that today you can have as many orgasms as you want with it, princess.

I need a girl to make me fuck her using a leash to decide how fast I go and use her legs to hold me so I cum inside of her. Then, push my face into her hole and force me to lick up all of my mess.

I need three doms fighting over me yes I know I'm being very greedy. One will grab my hair, the next my leash and the final my nipple clamp chain so that I can be pulled around between all three of them while they fight over who I worship next.

(This is about sapphic sex. Cis men and minors DNI)

I want someone to suck my clit until they've produced a lot of spit and a lot my precum has come out. Then spit it all over my face.

(This is about sapphic sex. Cis men and minors DNI)

I want a girl to invite me around her house but I'll come in boy mode as I'm too shy and scared. As soon as she sees me come inside, she'll undress me and throw those ugly boy clothes in the bin.

Then she makes me try on a lot of her clothes, complementing me on how good I look in them and when she finally decides on what I'm going to be wearing probably a fancy dress and some heels she puts make up on me and does my hair. As I stumble around in her heels, she teaches me how to move my legs and walk in them, telling me to practise as she gets ready and that I already walk like a girl.

I see her come back after a few minutes looking like the most beautiful goddess that ever existed as I stare at her just admiring her beauty she tells me we need to go or we're going to be late to our reservation. I look at her being like I can't go out like this everyone will be staring and laughing at me. She hugs me and holds my face, looking into my eyes the only reason they will be looking at you princess is how stunningly gorgeous you are and if you want to get fucked like a girl you need to act like one for me so come on princess we're going on a date.

I agree to go but I'm still very shy and she has to grab my hand so I don't hide behind her and I'm blushing the whole way there. She takes me to a really luxurious restraunt saying that her little princess only deserves the best. After we have a nice dinner and we're going back home she grabs my ass and whispers about how I've been such a good girl and she'll fuck me so hard.

When we walk back inside her house she tells me to keep all my clothes on except my panties and bend over the table waiting for her with my dress pulled up. I wait there hearing her heels clicking around until they come closer and she says what a good little slut waiting for me with her ass exposed but I don't think your hole is ready for me yet so I'm going to have to lick it to make ready for my cock. I moan as her tongue touches my hole it feels so good and when my hole is nice and wet ready for her and she pulls her tongue away leaving my hole feeling empty so I beg her to put her cock in my ass.

She slaps my ass your such a horny girl for me aren't you princess as I nod my hand she says fine you were such a good girl for me during our date you can have my cock. She pushes inside me it feels so good having her cock inside and she starts fucking me slowly getting deeper and deeper as I beg her to go faster and harder. She finally goes faster after hearing me beg and beg and I start getting close to cumming and beg her to let me cum but she denies me saying I only get to cum when she does. She keeps on fucking me harder as I'm begging, moaning and crying because it feels so good.

Until she finally is about to cum and tells to cum at the same time as I feel her cum inside me. I collapse on the ground cum leaking out of my clit and my hole as I lay there shaking she tells me how proud she is of the girl I am and for going outside all dressed up while we hug on the floor and I thank her for being so good too me.

(This about sapphic sex. Cis men and minors DNI)

I don't know if I need to be fucked so hard that my brain turns off and I become your mindless whore.

Or if I need to be held and my hair stroked while you tell me how much of a beautiful princess I am.

(This is about sapphic sex. Cis men and minors DNI)

I want to invite you around to my house for a romantic dinner where I tell you to dress and look your best.

As you arrive and I open the door for you, I'll just be wearing an apron so you can see my tits peeking out the side and the outline of my clit getting hard as I take in and admire how beautiful you look.

After I'm done marvelling about how gorgeous you are and showering you with compliments and kisses. I'll grab your hand and lead you to the living room where you can sit down and watch my naked ass as I walk to the kitchen to bring you whatever snacks and drinks you want. Then I'd steal one more kiss away from your pretty face before I go and quickly get dressed as I want to spend every single second I can with, but I also want to look like the prettiest princess I can for you.

Once I've gotten dressed and all dolled up for you in my best dress and makeup, I'll quickly run over and ambush you with lots of kisses, and I might forget all about the dinner I cooked as I'd be so enamored with you. By the time one of us remembers, my makeup will probably be a mess, and half of it will be on your pretty face, so I'd quickly clean up and then make sure everything is perfect for the dinner while you clean up.

I'd take your hand and lead you to the dining roo where you'd see a candlelit dinner prepared with all of your favourite foods, and I'd pull your chair out for you and help you get seated. When you sit down, you'll notice the pillow on your chair slightly vibrating, and if you ask me why it's vibrating, I'd ask if you don't like it little whore, do you not like feeling good for me, I bet you're already so wet and I want to make you so needy and desperate for me.

As we start eating and talking, I'd love hearing you moan and whimper as I make it vibrate more intensely. And once you're done eating, I'd turn the vibrations to max so you'd either have to get off the chair or cum right there like a good slut for me but I won't turn off the vibrations at all even if you do cum so you'll cum again and again until you're so overstimulated you get off the chair anyway.

As you're standing there looking all cute and flustered, I'd offer you to sit on my lap as soon as you have eaten your final meal. At that point, I'd slightly lift up my dress, and you'd see my fully hard clit leaking for you and I'd tell you to get under the table on your knees like a good whore and start sucking as you have to work for your final meal.

When you start sucking I'd grab your hair and make you take me fully in that pretty mouth of yours as I moan and tell you how much of a good slut you are for me, how good your mouth feels and how perfect you are. But I probably wouldn't last long looking down at your gorgeous face serving me like a good whore and I'd cum right down your pretty throat.

Then I'd pull you onto my lap like I promised and start making out with you, tasting myself on your pretty lips as I slowly start to use my hands to explore your stunning body and grope your gorgeous tits while you start grinding against me until we're both so needy and desperate I'll stand up and carry you to my bedroom.....

(This is about lesbian sex. Cis men and minors DNI)

What If... Part 2 (blatant Trans Wish Fulfilment Smut)

Working through Personal Trans Shit with fanfic of my own characters from a project I haven't published yet. Smutty smut under the cut. Content note for bottom dysphoria.

Kissing, as it usually did, led to other things. (Even after more than two years together Corey and Dee still struggled to keep their hands off one another when given the opportunity.) Corey was almost unbearably sweet as he undressed Dee, asking if they'd wanted to leave their binder on (they didn't) and urging them to tell him if something felt wrong.

However, while Dee wouldn't have said that anything felt wrong, exactly, neither did it feel right. Corey was doing all the things that used to drive them wild, but the physical sensations felt as if they were coming from a million miles away. As if they were happening to someone else. Their body gasped and moaned at his touch, but it didn't feel like it meant anything.

Corey's tongue was warm and wet as he lapped at their clit, but Dee found themself reaching for their bond, for the feeling of Corey's cock, which was hard, throbbing, and entirely too untouched for Dee's liking, as he was entirely focused on them at the moment.

What was wrong with them? Why couldn't they just enjoy this?

When the answer hit a moment later, Dee felt as if all the air had been knocked from their body. They weren't enjoying it because they... didn't want to be doing it. This. Because what they wanted...

Their brain struggled to complete the sentence as Corey's hand teasingly brushed the inside of their thigh, then slowly traveled upward.

What they wanted--

...his fingers gently stroked the outer edge of their labia, before...

What they really wanted--

...he slid two fingers into them, and--

And they couldn't bear it, couldn't stand the way it took them out of focusing on what he felt and how it reminded them of what they didn't have. Because what they wanted was for Corey to touch himself, to feel second-hand through their bond what he felt with a hand wrapped around his dick. They wanted to come from feeling his pleasure, because they couldn't feel their own anymore.

"Stop," Dee gasped, bursting into tears.

Corey stopped immediately, and the sense of shared awareness faded as Corey lost his concentration. Dee felt that loss of sensation almost as keenly as they felt the pain of realizing that they didn't want to be touched - all of which was wrapped up with intense self-disgust. They curled into a tiny ball of shame and sobbed, feeling as if their world was coming apart at the seams.

"Hey. Hey, now." Corey's voice was soft and low as he wrapped himself around them. "You didn't do anything wrong, okay? So just breathe."

Dee tried to do as he said, but they were powerless against the tremors wracking them. "I wanted to like it. I used to like it so much."

"You can't force yourself to like something," Corey said firmly. "And you shouldn't try."

"But I don't want to hate having sex with you," Dee all but wailed.

Corey hesitated. "I... Obviously I can't know what you're feeling. But I promise you that we'll get through this, okay? However you feel right now isn't the way it's going to be forever."

Dee laughed despite themself. "You can't know that," they hiccuped.

"Yes I can," Corey shot back, a smile audible in his voice. "You know how stubborn I can be about pointless stuff. Imagine how much more stubborn I can be about something that really matters to me."

Again, Dee laughed, then shuddered as they were able to take one shaky breath. Then another.

"Good." Corey kissed the back of their neck. "Now. Talk to me?"

"It's probably weird, but it's like... my body is reacting like I'm enjoying myself, but I can't connect with it, because I..." Dee had to struggle to force the next word out. "Hate. Not having a dick. And when you touch me like that, I can't... I can't not think about how much I hate it."

Corey was quiet for a long moment, and Dee could feel him probing tentatively at the edge of their feelings. "You've been having these feelings for a long time, haven't you?" He finally asked. When Dee nodded miserably and tried to curl up even more, he wrapped his arms tightly around their waist. "You're okay. I'm not upset."

"It's not you! It's me! It's everything I grew up with telling me that I'm gross, and awful, and disgusting. And the Pope saying I'm a fucking war crime for having those feelings."

"Okay. Well. Can you turn and look at me here?"

Grudgingly, Dee uncurled and turned over so they could see Corey's face.

"You're not a war crime," he said sternly. "And I don't think you're gross and disgusting. Obviously. So. Set those feelings to the side for now and talk to me about this dysphoria. How did all this start, and where are you now? I want to understand so I can help you better."

Dee nodded and wiped their eyes as they consulted their feelings and tried to put them into something resembling a logical order. "I didn't realize until... pretty recently that what I was feeling was dysphoria," they said slowly. "Because it just started as thinking. You know. Wouldn't it be hot to have a dick? When you do that thing where you turn on Feelings Sharing, I liked feeling how you felt when I touched your dick. And, God, I liked feeling what it felt like when you fucked me. And for a long time that's all it was. Thinking about what it would be like to have a dick, but being fine with not having one.

"Until it started becoming... not fine. So I just... started focusing more on you and less on me when we had sex. And then finally, a couple days ago, I realized that I couldn't come at all anymore unless I was focusing on what you felt and pretending that you were me. And that's when the wheels started coming off the bus."

Corey's expression was gentle as he tangled his fingers through Dee's hair. "That's why you've been mostly wanting me to fuck you these last few months?"

Dee cringed. "I could tell you liked feeling what I felt, and I told myself what I was doing wasn't any different. Because acknowledging how I felt would have meant doing something about it, and I was scared. And ashamed."

"Okay. Well. Tomorrow I'm going to talk to Barnabus. Because honestly, that sounds pretty bad, and like something we should take really seriously. And no, I won't mention anything embarrassing. All right?"

Dee nodded, hating the way their lower lip wobbled as they did so.

"Great. In the meantime... what do you want to do right now? Do you want to stop?"

"No," Dee grumped, which earned a confused look from Corey. "I'm just mad that you eating me out is off the table because you're really good at it."

Corey's lusciously thick lips curved into a smile. "Okay, well. Why don't you use our magic while I fuck you, since you said that helps your dysphoria?"

"I mean." Dee bit their lip anxiously. "You're sure it's okay for me to use you like that?"

"Put it this way," Corey said, the love in his big, beautiful brown eyes so intense that Dee wanted to melt right into them. "Your dysphoria is clearly causing you a lot of pain. So given a choice between 'not having sex because it's painful and distressing for you' and 'using our magic to make sex enjoyable and non-dyphoric for you', which do you think I'm going to go with?"

Dee's throat closed again and they had to breathe deeply to fight off yet another wave of tears. "That makes sense," they managed.

"In fact, let's try this. Lie on your back and close your eyes."

Curious to see where he was going with this, Dee complied, and a moment later felt it as Corey invoked the bond between them. (He'd tried before to explain how he'd did it, but his explanations had never made any sense to Dee.)

Corey's voice was low and soothing as he spoke. "You don't have to touch me, okay? And you don't have to think about you. Forget the sheets, forget the pillows, and just focus on what I'm feeling."

Dee breathed slowly as they cataloged the sensations of their own body before setting them aside. They could feel Corey stretched out on the bed next to them, all of his weight on one elbow. His cock was mostly soft, but they could feel his warm rush of arousal as he began to harden again.

"You with me?" he asked quietly as he placed a hand on his cock.

"Yes," Dee groaned.

Corey's rich baritone was playing arpeggios on their spine, even as they could feel his cock hardening further. "There's no you and me like this. We're both me right now, and that's okay, because I want to share this with you. Understand?"

Dee shivered as Corey ran a thumb over the tip of his cock. "Yes."

"Good." Corey took himself in hand. "Now feel your hand wrapped around your cock," he instructed, with only a faint emphasis on the pronouns.

Dee's eyes prickled with unshed tears as the power of that phrase - your cock - sparked something big and powerful and inside them.

"Now feel yourself stroking your cock," Corey continued as he started to do so. Dee focused on the feeling of delicious opposites - the soft skin of his cock against his lightly callused palm, the hardness of it against the fleshy base of his thumb. It was easier like this, they discovered, to feel their own arousal, even as they were focusing on his.

"Do you still want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," Dee gasped.

Corey chuckled as he leaned over to get the lube from the bedside table. A moment later, there was the strangely appealing sensation of Corey applying lube to himself, and then he was on top of them, his weight carefully on his knees and elbows as he gently kissed their forehead. "Do what you need to do," he reminded them. "If that means lying still, then lie still. Whatever you need."

Dee nodded, not trusting their voice.

Corey carefully positioned the head of his cock at their entrance before slowly sliding into them, taking several second to bury himself to the hilt.

Frustratingly, Dee found it difficult to hold onto the idea that they were Corey now that he was inside them. How could they be fucking themself? But somehow, Corey divined the source of their difficulty, and said just the right thing. "You're not fucking you, right now. You're fucking me, because we switched." Slowly, so very fucking slowly he began to withdraw from them. "And I said that was okay. So that makes this your dick, that you're using to fuck me."

That did the trick.

Dee moaned as Corey... as they reversed course and slowly fucked back into Corey. And sure, the analogy didn't totally make sense, but it didn't need to as long as they focused on the feeling of their dick and how incredible it felt thrusting into Corey's wet velvet heat.

"Yes," they whispered. "More. I want to fuck you harder."

Corey groaned, the rush of arousal he felt as he obliged spilling over into Dee, who reveled in the feeling of blood rushing to their already achingly-hard cock. And suddenly, after months of increasingly-maddening struggles to connect their body to their feelings, Dee had what they needed to get out of their own way.

They moaned, and Corey moaned, and they both moaned as Dee fucked Corey. Distantly, somewhere far away, they knew they were crying, their tears leaking down the sides of their face and into their hair, but that was something they could deal with later. Right now all that mattered was the feeling of Corey wrapped around their cock and the slick, incredible friction as they fucked him. They weren't able to last long at all before Corey clenched around them... or they clenched around Corey... it was hard to hold onto the metaphor as their, his cock twitched and spilled into them, and their body writhed underneath him with the power of his, of their mutual, utterly shattering release.

(Read Part 1 on AO3 here)

Part 4!

The T horniness is hitting and I'm still processing my feelings about the lack of Mr Potato Head genitals, so... Content note for smut (below the cut), bottom dysphoria and magical HRT

It was early afternoon two days later when Barnabus pecked at the window to signal that he had the first of their deliveries. Dee only paused long enough to grab an enormous handful of peanuts before rushing outside.

A small wooden box was waiting for them on the back step, while Barnabus himself was waiting on a nearby post. Dee gratefully spread Barnabus' payment on the back step. "I owe you big time, bud."

"If you're feeling guilty, I wouldn't say no to honey garlic chicken wings," Barnabus replied hopefully.

Dee, who didn't share Corey's hesitation over feeding his familiar bird meat, nodded. "Done. Any idea when Corey will be back?"

"I gave him a heads up that I was going to pick this up, so... Soon, I'd imagine." With that, the crow flapped down to the step and started shelling his first nut.

Dee took the box inside and set it on the counter.

Inside were three small crystal vials, labeled "top", "bottom", and "drink entire contents upon delivery", along with a thick sealed letter. They removed the last 'drink immediately' vial, taking a moment to admire the way the sparkling green liquid shimmered in the sunlight, before pulling out the stopper and downing the contents in one gulp. The liquid was thick and cool, and tasted of autumn breeze and dappled sunlight.

They waited a few moments, shrugged when nothing perceptible happened, and opened the letter, then hastily shut it a moment later after getting an eyeful of the very detailed and highly erotic illustrations accompanying the instructions.

Dee's face was burning right up to their hairline as they messaged Corey to find them upstairs when he got in.

Keep this box somewhere safe - it's contents will replenish with a new dose once per day.

These potions are keyed to your essence and won't have any effect if, say, a partner happens to accidentally ingest some during application.

Drink the green potion in its entirety. This potion will be the slowest to take effect.

The blue potion (labeled "top") can be applied by yourself or a partner in any way you like. (Suggested methods for application have been included as a reference.) Be sure to cover the entire surface area of the breast and nipple, and rub completely into the skin. Reduction of breast size will be observed within two to three days, and full masculinization will occur within approximately two weeks.

Before first applying the red potion (labeled "bottom"), you will need to shave very thoroughly or wax. (Sorry.) This potion will: (1) grow the clitoris into a phallus and (2) (optional) close the vaginal opening, transform the labia into a scrotum and testicles, and cause the development of a prostate.

To apply: (1) apply half of the potion to the clitoris and clitoral hood, and rub in completely then (2) apply remaining potion vaginally - which can be accomplished via a partner's penis, analogous penetrating organ, or sex toy if desired. Alternately, you may apply to the clitoris only until you have a phallus that you are happy with, then re-assess your desires. (Some patients do decide to retain the vaginal opening.)

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Dee had shaved in the shower and was toweling off when Corey tapped on the bathroom door. "Is that you in there, Dee?"

"Give me a second and I'll meet you in the bedroom," they called back. "And. Uh. You can read the letter on the bed."

A minute later, Dee slipped into their bedroom in just their towel and found Corey sitting on the edge of the bed. His expression was almost comically serious as he studied the pornographic instructional illustrations with his typical intensity.

"So." Dee felt acutely self-conscious as they sat next to him.

Corey looked up at them with his eyebrows raised. "Two questions, I guess. First, do you want to do both of these, uh, bottom application options? Or do you want to start with the first and see how you feel about the second?"

Dee chewed self-consciously on their lip. "Can we... I mean, this is stupid maybe but can we have this conversation while we're both naked? This feels weirdly unbalanced when you're..." they trailed off as they gestured to their partner's heavy autumn clothing.

"Not weird at all," Corey said, his eyes twinkled with good humor as he leaned forward to give them a slow, lingering kiss that set their nerves aflame.

Dee stood to let their towel fall to the floor, then watched with lascivious interest as Corey stripped, revealing the muscular frame of someone who had been seriously lifting for many years. When he was finished undressing, he resumed his place on the edge of the bed, then reached out to pull Dee into sitting sideways on his lap.

They were predictably distracted by a sudden wave of arousal. "Sorry. I'm afraid you'll need to remind me what that first question was."

Corey smiled smugly at the effect he always had on them. "Do you want both bottom applications? Or do you just want to do the first?"

"Would you... I mean... How would you feel about fucking me, if..." Dee had to stop, gather their composure, and try again. "Anal sex can take. Like. More preparation? And we've never talked about it, so is that something you could be... in to?"

"You shouldn't make decisions about your transition based on what I would or wouldn't like," Corey said slowly. "But... I've been attracted to men before, even if I've never been with a cis man. And it really doesn't make a difference to me. I'd still be more than happy to fuck you anally."

Dee decided to move off his lap and onto the bed so that they could think without the distracting influence of his nudity, and Corey stretched out next to them to wait patiently while they interrogated their feelings. Which, thankfully, were much clearer than they had expected.

"I think... I like knowing that it's an option, that there are people who choose not to do both, because it feels better knowing that there was more than one option, and that I'm not just choosing a binary option because I have to. But. I want to do both."

Corey's answering smile was gentle, tender, and so, so soft. "Okay. Now." His smile took on a mischievous edge as he nodded at the papers still lying at the end of the bed. "Do you want to be clinical about this? Or do you want the horny option?"

Dee grinned. "You know me. I'll always choose horny if that's an option. But however we do it, I don't think I could handle my clit being fingered."

"Fair." Corey sat up to retrieve the instructions. He pulled out the second page and turned it toward them, revealing a set of luridly detailed illustrations that accompanied the instructions for 'administration via a partner's penis or analogous penetrating organ'. "We could try this?"

Dee couldn't help but blush as they scanned through that section. "I mean. Looks good to me."

Corey retrieved both vials and handed the red one to Dee, keeping the blue one for himself. "Do you want me lying down or sitting up?"

"Sitting up."

With a nod, Corey piled some pillows against the headboard, then scooted back until he was sitting with his back supported. He invoked the bond as Dee moved to straddle him, then removed the stopper on the blue vial. After studying it for a moment, he poured its contents onto his hands, then rubbed them together before covering their small breasts with his large hands. The potion felt warm and oily against their skin as Corey slowly massaged it in, paying more attention to their nipples than was strictly necessary.

Dee took a moment to enjoy the sensation, then followed suit by uncorking their own vial and applying the glittering, ruby-red contents to Corey's now fully hard cock. Then, before they could get distracted by his feelings, they gingerly spread their lips and began to grind their labia against his now slickened length.

Having to hold themself spread open made it impossible to lose themself in what Corey was feeling. But feeling Corey's length slide against them this way was a new sensation without any unpleasant gendered associations, and it helped that Corey was clearly deriving great pleasure from it.

"If you like rubbing our dicks together, it'll only get easier when yours gets bigger," he said unexpectedly, already breathless with desire.

For a moment, Dee felt as if their world tilted sideways, as Corey's words helped them make the leap from rubbing their clit against his dick, to frotting their dicks together, and the corresponding jolt of arousal felt like getting hit by lightning. "Oh my god," they moaned, grinding against his cock even harder.

"Imagine when you're big enough to fit in my hand," Corey continued huskily. "When I can wrap my hand around both our dicks. And you can rub against me while you fuck into my hand."

"Oh my god, yes." Dee had to make a concerted effort to stop. They could have come from the frotting alone, but since a medicinal fuck was still required...

The pleasure Corey felt as they engulfed him was warm and intense, but the strangeness of the situation made it too difficult to lose themself in his feelings.

Corey, attuned to them as ever, leaned forward. "Just stay like this a minute," he murmured against their lips before he drawing them into a deep lingering kiss.

They moaned as he sucked their tongue into his mouth even as he continued working the blue potion into their breasts. A minute later, he broke the kiss, and they both looked down to see that it had vanished completely.

Dee blinked. "Huh."

"I've got an idea for how to help your dysphoria here." Corey nodded at the bedside table. "Get me the lube?"

Dee obliged, and Corey squeezed a bit onto the pad of his thumb. "I won't finger you," he said reassuringly as he positioned his thumb against their... against the head of their dick. "But. I thought, if you can rub your dick against me while you're fucking me..."

Dee blinked, then nodded and started to ride him slowly. It took a minute for Corey to find the best angle for his thumb, but when he did pleasure exploded through every nerve in their body.

"God yes," they hissed as they picked up the pace, feeling fully grounded in themself and their own body for the first time in a long time as they slammed themself down onto his cock. "Tell me..." Dee gasped, unable to find the words to complete the sentence.

Corey spoke, his voice low and urgent as he trembled on the brink and still made the effort to verbalize what they needed to hear. "Fuck my hand with your dick, baby."

Dee nearly shrieked with the force of their orgasm, frantically grinding their dick against Corey's thumb as he clutched at their hip and pounded up into them with his own release.

Then, when the storm had passed, they pulled off of him and collapsed forward to sob in his arms.

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Just me and a friend making G'raha's backstory a lot funnier

Working on a fic about G'raha and Alisaie falling in lust with each other after G'raha's return from the First, and am amused by where a chain of logic took me. First, my headcanon is that G'raha is trans, as is Alisaie, because if NO ONE is explicitly gay or trans, then anyone can be. No I will not take questions on this point. Second. Transition would have been pretty easy at the Studium. None of the professors give a fuck about your gender as long as your assignments are on time and your research is sourced correctly. So G'raha transitions quickly and seamlessly after arriving in Sharlyan because less time lost to dysphoria = more time for books.

Third. For most trans mascs, T horniness is A Fucking Thing[1]. Unlike Alisaie, who who sucked lots of dick[2] because she liked it, G'raha would have seen this horniness as an imposition. He transitioned so he'd have more time to read, after all.

Fourth. because he's far from the only nerd whose sexuality is "books" at the Studium, G'raha would have ended up with a circle of acquaintances who were willing to discreetly give each other "relief" in the library so they didn't have to interrupt their research.

CONCLUSION. Because G'raha is both a massive overachiever AND a people-pleaser AND a messy bottom, he got really good at letting people fuck his throat.

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[1] I mean, I'm 95% asexual and the T horniness is hitting HARD, which is why I've spent all my time for the past week thinking about G'raha and Alisaie sucking my WoL's dick.

[2] From my previous fic: "Shut up and let me suck your dick, already" She leaned forward, arms crossed. "I've known you a long time, Warrior of Light, and I'm positive that I've had more sexual partners than you," she said, clearly trying to shock me.

It worked. "What... I mean. How--"

She cut me off with another of her edged smiles. "You only sleep with people you have a strong bond with. I, on the other hand, have sucked so. Many. Dicks." She paused for emphasis, fluttered her eyelashes at me, and slowly licked her lips. "And I'm very good at it."

Trying not to think of Alisaie's pretty mouth wrapped around my cock was like not thinking about a pink elephant - utterly impossible once the image had been conjured. I held myself utterly still, trying not to react to the dizzying rush of arousal I felt as my pants suddenly grew far too tight. Unfortunately, my lack of rebuttal only gave her room to press her advantage.

Alisaie held my gaze as she raised a finger to her lips and delicately circled the tip with her tongue before sucking it into her mouth with a soft slurping noise.

Oh Gods oh Gods oh Gods.

My face was on fire. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think of anything but the fantasy of blue eyes on mine as my cock sunk into the wet heat of her mouth.

Alisaie slowly withdrew her finger, then pointedly looked down at the ridge of my erection, which was starkly visible through the pristine white pants I loved wearing with my Red Mage's coat. "Hmm."

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New FFXIV fic: Research: the Most Fun a Catboy Can Have Without Taking off His Clothes

Length: 2 chapters, 8.5K words total Alisaie (trans) / G'raha (trans) / Warrior of Light (non-binary) (Eventual) very smutty smut As always: (1) I don't care what the devs say, Alisaie is absolutely not 16. By 5.3, she'd be about 23. (2) In a world where no one is explicitly gay or trans, that means anyone can be.

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Alisaie shifted and looked down at her hands. "I had several classes with Raha at the Studium, but we were never anything other than friends there. At that point, he still thought his precious Allagans could do no wrong, and he spent all his time with a nose in a book while I was always skipping classes. Then, when we met again in the First, he'd been the Exarch too long, and he was so paranoid and secretive. Not to mention the way he was always manipulating everyone around him."

"He had to," I felt obliged to point out. "The stakes were too high."

"They were," Alisaie acknowledged, then took a deep breath. "But this new Raha..." Her voice trailed off, and she shook her head, obviously unsure how to finish the sentence.

"He's like a fusion," I offered. "With the best qualities of both of the previous versions."

"Yes!" Alisaie's eyes flashed with relief as she looked up to meet my gaze. "He's... he's experienced. Confident. Not so desperately, irritatingly eager to prove himself, because he's already done it! And being able to set down the Exarch's mantle has made him so much more open and... trusting. He believes in everyone, and trusts people to do what they're good at." She sighed and scrubbed a hand over her face. "Hells, I don't think I'm doing a good job of explaining it."

"Believe me, I get it," I said, putting my hand over one of hers. "The new G'raha is walking competence porn."

Completely caught off guard, Alisaie burst out into loud peals of cackling laughter. Finally, she was able to wrestle back some control and gave me a conspiratorial grin as she wiped her eyes. "So what would you think of maybe making our V into a triangle?"

I grinned. "It would make my life a lot easier, honestly. It's been a bit awkward trying to juggle separate one-on-one time with everything that's been going on." I paused and leaned forward as I lowered my voice. "And assuming he's on board with it, I'd love to see that pretty cock of yours in his mouth while I fuck him."

Alisaie actually blushed. "So how should I... you know. Talk to him?"

"Wow," I drawled, grinning teasingly. "Look at you not marching up to him and flat out demanding to get your mouth on his junk. You must have it really bad."

"Shut up, you," she growled, turning an even brighter shade of red.

I widened my eyes innocently. "I thought you were looking for advice?"

There was a loud thunk as Alisaie banged her forehead on the table. "I hate you. I hate you so much."

"Too bad. Guess I'll just keep him to myself then."

Alisaie lifted her head and glared at me in a way that promised I would absolutely pay for this later. "Fine. Please. Give me some advice."

I smirked. "Offer to help him do research."

It was a struggle not to laugh at the dismay on her face. "I hate research."

"So do I. And yet, my advice stands."

Alisaie scowled at me suspiciously.

"You'll get to impress him with how many books you can carry," I teased.

"You're holding out on me," Alisaie hissed, poking me hard in the shoulder. "What aren't you telling me?"

I leaned forward and held her gaze as I dropped my voice to a whisper. "He always gets horny when he's really onto some hot bit of research, and he claims that getting fucked helps him put the pieces together faster."

Alisaie's face lit up like a Starlight Tree. "Really," she breathed.

"Oh yeah," I whispered back. "It sounds wild, but several times now I've fucked him over his desk, and then he's filled an entire blackboard with notes. Clearly something about it works for him. So I help fetch and carry the books he needs, which saves him time, and I bring something to work on when he doesn't need me. After a few hours, he starts babbling about something it would take three Doctorates to follow, and that's usually about when he starts begging me to fuck him."

Alisaie's was practically salivating by the time I finished. "How do I get myself invited to one of these sessions?" she asked, enthralled.

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New FFXIV fic: G'raha wants us to fuck him about his trauma

Length: 4K words - with 5 more chapters planned, (Eventual) very smutty smut coming in the next chapter Alisaie / G'raha Tia / Warrior of Light

G'raha was reading a book in my sitting room the next time I woke up and shuffled out in search of food. Despite having been warned by Alisaie, it was hard not to react to how terrible he looked. The bags under his bloodshot eyes made me suspect that he might not have slept at all since our return.

He looked up at me as I approached and smiled with forced jocularity. "Ah, Savvel! I see my guess as to when you'd awaken was accurate. Alisaie went to get dinner for all of us - she'll be back shortly. I also took the liberty of reading you while you were out, and you'll be relieved to know that you should be able to do things besides eat and sleep by tomorrow." He fidgeted nervously with the book in his lap as he spoke, looking so fearful that I was going to be angry with him that I didn't even have the heart to tease him about how utterly predictable he had been in choosing crystal transformation as his method of self-sacrifice.

"Instead of arguing about which of us is angry at who, how about we skip all that and admit we're both idiots," I groaned as I flopped onto the couch next to his chair. I looked over at him through half-lidded eyes, taking shameless advantage of the fact that I knew G'raha found me irresistible when I was sleep-rumpled. "Though if you tell Alisaie I said that, I'll deny everything. Now come here."

The wondering disbelief in his eyes almost broke my heart in two. "You... you're sure?"

"Raha," I shot back, packing those two syllables with loving derision. "I'm too tired to sweep you off your feet properly, so meet me halfway here."

G'raha's eyes were watery as he finally tumbled forward into my arms where he belonged, and for several minutes we said nothing as we just... held each other. And it was everything.

Alisaie returned a few minutes later, carrying what seemed like an obscene number of bags until I mentally tallied everything I had eaten since first waking up. She grinned when she saw G'raha and I cuddling on the couch, though I noted that the tension in her shoulders didn't ease completely.

Not that I blamed her. G'raha was clearly in worse shape than I was.

Alisaie set out her purchases on the table and we helped ourselves to a selection of our favorite foods from The Last Stand. I shared a concerned look with Alisaie when G'raha just stared at his burger instead of biting into it.

"I... I want to ask you something," he said slowly, his voice almost completely toneless.

"Okay," I said gently when he seemed to need a prod.

G'raha's ears were flattening themselves against his head. "I suppose it's more accurate to say that I want to ask you for something. Though, I acknowledge that it may sound foolish, or silly, and that you might not... you might need..."

"Raha." Alisaie said, with such exquisite tenderness that she even surprised herself. "Tell us what you want."

G'raha's ears came up slightly, but his tail continued to twitch. "What would you say to going away where no one could get at us for... say. A week? All three of us?"

"I'd say that sounds nice," I responded cautiously. "I'm under strict orders to get some real rest this time anyhow. Where did you have in mind?"

"I... I didn't have my heart set on a particular destination, as such," G'raha demurred as he unaccountably started to turn pink. "I was thinking more of. Ah. A possible agenda."

We said nothing and waited him out.

"I want to be your free use fuck hole for a week," he finally blurted out.

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I had an attack of absolutely cursed inspiration and ended up cheating on my current multi-chapter WIP to write a dream sequence crackfic that is: 1) as close as I will ever get to porn without plot and 2) possibly THE MOST DERANGED THING I HAVE EVER WRITTEN

New FFXIV fic: I had a crazy dream about a Scion sex party

Length: 2.8K words, wall-to-wall smut Alisaie/G'raha/WoL, Aymeric/Estinien, Urianger/Thancred, many others with enthusiastic consent (and no incest)

Excerpt below the cut

I was standing outside the Rising Stones, holding a party invitation I didn't remember getting. After a moment's hesitation, I walked in through the public bar and into the Scion's private back rooms, only to freeze in the doorway.

There were naked Scions fucking on nearly every available surface. G'raha was bent over a table at the center of it with Thancred balls-deep inside him while Urianger worked Thancred's ass open with his fingers.

What in the hells was going on?

And when had I taken off my clothes?

"You made it!" I heard Tataru's voice before I saw her bustling over - somehow she was fully clothed while no one else was. "It's about time you showed up. I was afraid I was going to have to refund people's tickets."

"Tickets?" I asked dumbly.

Tataru ignored me as she turned toward a line of people standing behind a velvet rope. "Number one!"

A hot viera twink walked forward, handed his ticket to Tataru, and went to his knees in front of me, staring at my slowly stiffening cock as if it was an object of worship before taking me in hand and starting to stroke me.

"Whoa!" I spluttered. "What's going on? I don't know you!"

The worshipful twink ignored my protests.

"He's not a Scion," I protested, looking over at Tataru.

"It's a fundraiser," Tataru said with a shrug as she showed me the ticket the viera had handed her. It read 'Touch the Warrior of Light's Dick'. "Be a good sport," Tataru added, giving me a pleading look.

I looked over at the long line of people presumably waiting for their turn to touch me. Sighed. And allowed Twink Number One to continue stroking me for another half a minute. "All right, that's enough."

He nodded and left, looking starstruck.

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G'raha was staring at Alisaie with the embarrassed look he usually wore when he wanted to ask for something sexual directly. And Alisaie, it seemed, had known him long enough to recognize his tells, even in this very different context. "What do you want, G'raha?"

"You could," he began, only for his voice to break. He swallowed and tried again. "You could...if you want... fuck my throat."

Alisaie blinked. Raised an eyebrow. "Not opposed, but... not what I was expecting."

G'raha attempted to maintain composure, but the twitching of his tail betrayed him. "A skill acquired at the Studium."

Alisaie's face lit up with surprise, then delight, both eyebrows now sky-high. "At the Studium."

G'raha went adorably pink again. "While it is certainly not the experience of every man, many young men have... have certain urges, and one doesn't always want to leave the library to indulge them. Over time, I formed a circle of acquaintances of... like-minded individuals who made a habit of relieving each other without any expectation of personal attachment, and. Well. I've always believed that there's no point in doing something if you don't do it well."

G'raha looked so mortified as he finished his explanation that I honestly couldn't blame Alisaie for the cackling laugh that burst out before she could get control of herself. "I'm sorry," she said, belatedly covering her mouth. "I'm just... I'm realizing now how badly I misjudged you. We had so much more in common back then than I would have guessed."

G'raha struggled for a moment to process this, then gave up. "So..."

"Do you want me to fuck your throat? Because I'd love to do it, now that you've brought it up.""Yes."

(Look, I'm so proud of these horny nerds okay.)

I'm quite proud of this sentence:

"G'raha, the poor, sweet moron, looked as if he'd been hit over the head, as he always did when confronted with the undeniable fact that he was actually quite lovely."