It's weird, I was never into feminisation kink before I transitioned, but I'm into it now that I'm transitioned and femme and it's like ?????? When did this happen? I'm already femme and a woman, why is there part of my brain that wants to get toxically/manipulatively forcefemmed now...?
Suddenly I want a femme roommate who grips my chin and tells me to "Hold still" while she corrects my make-up and talks down to me about how I could be even prettier if I tried, and she'll show me how. I do my best to hold still for her, she asked nicely, and she's so helpful.
Then she scoffs at my dress and digs through her wardrobe and picks things out for me that are even more feminine than what I already wear. At first she dresses me to match her and isn't it so cute that we match now... but week by week my skirts get shorter, my necklines get lower while hers don't change; she starts to shake her head at how I'm dressing like a slut now, but it's her who's controlling how I dress, she's the one doing it.
And she starts showing me off in public, telling people I'm her girlfriend even though she's just my roommate, right? We're just friends sharing make-up and wardrobe tips, of course it's not like that! Yeah, she likes having her arm around my waist when we go out and she keeps me close if anyone looks at me, but that's not her being jealous or possessive. She's just being protective and a good friend. It's skinship, she tells me how pretty and confident I am now, I'm sure she's like this with all her friends. Why are people staring?
She takes me to the club and digs her fingers into my hips on the dancefloor and whispers in my ear how pretty I'd look with a collar, how perfectly it'd go with the minidress she's chosen for me tonight. She's got just the thing for me, what a lucky coincidence. She clasps it around my neck when we get back to our flat, then she hooks her fingers through the ring and guides me to her room. Just to help me take off my make-up, surely... but she doesn't guide me towards the dresser. How strange.
When she pushes me onto her bed and slides the dress up my hips, I finally put two and two together. I'm already so used to doing what she tells me that I barely even consider saying no; I've liked everything else she's done, and I'm already her doll. Of course my body belongs to her like this too. What she wants has always been good for me.
When her teeth dig too hard into my inner thigh, I squirm and beg and fist my hands in her sheets.
She reminds me to "Hold still".
And I do my best to hold still for her — she always asks nicely.
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https://www.tumblr.com/gxtzeizm/730214598851067904?source=share THAT LAST GIF! :O
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ok but the way oscar eats in these and the other rare moments we've seen him eat is so fucking sexy??? weirdly enough gremlin Lando eats fairly demure bc while he may shovel it in like a victorian street urchin begging for crusts of bread he does keeps his mouth closed and he's good about chewing. but Oscar is all teeth, curled up nose and throws back BIG bites to gnaw on, jaw working away. he's also super nonchalant about it and doesn't care if Lando or anyone else watches. he's going to eat his fill regardless.
that's also what I was thinking of when he did the wordless 'put your hands out and I'll give you a portion' rather than just handing the bag over to Lando after opening it. he's going to keep Lando in that dependent position because Lando actually likes it.
it made me think of this absolutely devastating ex-dando landoscar fic where Oscar casually asserts dominance over Daniel by eating from a chicken carcass with his bare hands and then kissing Lando possessively. I could literally see him hunched over ripping pieces of dark meat from the bone knowing that he can reel Lando in from Daniel with just a word. look at Lando's face in that gif above and that's the perfect imagery for fic Lando who's used to being at the mercy of an uncaring master because he wants so badly to be cared for - and now he's finally found someone who will wield the upper hand but always look out for Lando's welfare first. he's hanging on Oscar's every word and reaction and won't budge or speak until Oscar does because Oscar will always do what's right for Lando. sorrryyyy that fic is just - sometimes it dominates my mind.
but also the fact that Oscar's face always resets into that serious, determined expression with the unnerving steady gaze under those straight eyebrows idk. just all kinds of casual dominance and confidence. the fact that he'll absolutely have seen fans joke about how much he stares at Lando but he's never bothered to try and stop ??? like 'go ahead and watch me eat' 'go ahead and watch me stare at Lando' 'go ahead and try to publicly pressure me into signing that contract' 'go ahead and assume a rookie can't beat Max in a sprint race'. like he's saying 'this will be amusing for me'. 'first thing to say is… I would never back out of a race'. and how all of Lando's moods - even when he's in bad ones - are all easily accepted by Oscar because he's decided Lando is Always Worth His Time. but does he go out of his way to try and make new buddies with the rest of the grid? nope, mostly sticks to Logan or Zhou. Worth His Time.
I think it's why I love my vamposcar au so much bc sometimes it's like this old soul is having to pretend to be a nervous, awkward boy to not give the game away and sometimes he just forgets lol
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The morning after with Xiao
Inspired by GraveASMR on Youtube!
C.W.
- Smut
- Hickeys
- Scratches
- Edging
- Pre-cum
- Xiao having possessive behaviour
- Xiao being a top
- Aether being a sub
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The morning light filters softly through the thinly-veiled curtains, casting a warm glow upon the room as Aether stirs awake, enveloped in the comfort of tangled sheets and the lingering warmth of shared intimacy. As his consciousness slowly returns, Aether finds himself in the presence of someone close to his heart.
“Xiao…”
With a content sigh, he stretches his body, but only stops midway when he feels a stinging sensation on his back, and an aching feeling on his whole body. The faint murmurs of the golden finches’ chirps drift through the open window, a gentle melody that accompanies the soft rise and fall of Xiao’s breathing. The yaksha’s features are softened in the gentle light, half of his face is buried in the pillow, his arms tucking inside the pillow for warmth while his back is revealed with some of Aether’s scratches.
Longing fills Aether.
With a gentle touch, Aether brushes a stray lock of hair from Xiao’s face, he wants to be the person to make Xiao feel comfortable– wants to be the person who wakes Xiao with a kiss.
Heck, he’d even take soft kisses, gentle kisses, hotter kisses if those kisses meant that he could continue where they left off last night.
But Aether knows that there is work to do. Can’t keep Katheryne, the receptionist of the Adventurers’ Guild waiting.
And so does Xiao, whose title is called the ‘Conqueror of Demons’.
As Aether is about to sit upright to prepare breakfast for Xiao, the rustles of the sheets and Aether’s movement stirs Xiao awake, watching his golden-haired partner about to stand.
“Hey…” Xiao immediately grabs Aether’s arm, pulling him back to bed. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Oof! Good morning Xiao,” Aether turns to Xiao, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Sorry to bother you up this early, but I was going to prepare you breakfast and head off for commissions.”
“Oh, you want to go do your commissions.” Xiao’s arm wraps around Aether’s waist, preventing him from leaving. “Look at you, you can barely stand on your own two legs. Especially after what I did to you last night.”
“Ah…”
As memories of the night before dance through his mind, desire curls low in Aether’s gut.
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“Aether… You really look ravishing like this, I wish I could see more of this side of you when we are in bed.”
With Xiao’s soft fingers on Aether’s cheek, along with his left hand sinking into his fluffy, unbraided golden hair, Aether couldn’t help but lean his head onto Xiao’s right hand, tasting his thumb, sucking it gently.
Xiao exhales heavily, seeing Aether’s eyes drifting shut to ecstasy. Just a few moments ago, Aether was holding onto Xiao’s body tight as the yaksha bites his neck and chest, leaving wet trails of saliva and hot bites being marked on Aether’s body. Xiao could still feel that stinging pain from Aether’s nails clawing into his back.
He could imagine that Aether would leave more scratches when Xiao is inside of him.
“We can’t forget your precious thighs now, can we?”
A strangled sound catches in Aether’s throat as Xiao’s hand travels down to Aether’s shaft, half-hard and already aching from Xiao’s hot kisses and bites. Xiao is aware that Aether is immortal like him, surely Aether knows what he’s doing, but Xiao did not expect him to be a bit shy, a little uncertain.
Aether was the one to make flirty attempts to Xiao, after all. The blonde-haired outlander has to be somewhat experienced.
Yet, Aether immediately arches into his touch, tears coming out of his eyes from the overwhelming emotion of being edged on. It didn’t help him much when Xiao started to leave kisses on his inner thigh, leaving bites on them.
Xiao then lifts his head up, and his left hand travels down to Aether’s neck, curving around the back of his neck. He then draws Aether close for a slow kiss, a lingering one, one that makes soft little sounds of pleasure against Aether’s lips.
Looking down, Xiao could see Aether’s precum dribbling down to the side of his thigh. Xiao’s teeth then bite into Aether’s lower lip.
“I would call you beautiful,” Xiao says, his voice a low and wicked rumble. “But they say that beauty is on the inside and… I haven’t been inside you yet.”
Aether gasps, his hips jerking hard on Xiao’s.
“Please Xiao… I want it…” Pleasure burns, and a needy, insistent ache that steals Aether’s breath. Aether’s submissive begs and whimpers were a contrast to the usual smirks and giggles he would make when he’s interacting with Xiao during the daytime. “I want it so bad… I’ll do anything…”
“Prepare yourself then,” A smirk plastered onto Xiao’s face, a rare moment for Aether to witness. “It will take a moment before I can even release it.”
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“Are we gonna go over what happened last night?” Xiao’s fingers gently massages Aether’s stomach, tempting Aether back into a mood of desire.
“I…”
“Or are you too embarrassed?”
Xiao could remember that expression Aether had when he was inside of him: Aether’s skin flushed a bright and beautiful red, until he’s panting, until each of Xiao’s thrust pushes a gasping moan from Aether’s lips. Xiao remembers how tension lines his own body, drawing him tighter and tighter as he rails into Aether’s body, missionary style.
He remembers how Aether’s quiet, aching moans were the last straw for the yaksha...
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