mind the kinks

I dress her in the morning; a loose fitting shirt, some pressed black slacks. She smoothes out the linen over her chest, self conscious about the fit. She shouldn't be.

"You look so good in my clothes," I say, crawling back into the bed to admire my handiwork. "So handsome."

His eyes light up as a shiver runs down his spine.

HEAVILY AND BLATANTLY Inspired by [this] post by @ghouljams hehe

Imagine ghost clocks you the second he sees you, well, the whole team does but the others are more insufferable about it. The others try to subtly sleuth out your pronouns by introducing themselves with their own. Ghost just looks you up and down before grunting "yer a fuckin' tranny, right? Got pronouns 'n shit?"

No, he doesn't care if you're too shy or unsure about yourself, he calls you what you are whether you like it or not. Which...might give you complex about him. Spending so much time with ghost, it's only a matter of time before you start seeing him in your late night fantasies.

Of course he clocks that too. How you fluster and look away whenever he talks to you. He's never been one to waste an opportunity, but it is dissapointing when he shoves your pants down and finds your t-dick isn't even big enough to stroke. Groaning "fuckin' hell. It's tiny, do you even take yer meds?" It's fine though, ghost was trained to work on his feet.

Which is how you end up lying with your back on his chest, staring down in awe at his cock poking out between your thighs. It looks like a normal length, which only makes you more eager to feel it inside you because holy shit thats big.

Only ghost has different plans. Guides your hand to wrap around his cock and mutters "go ahead, stroke it like it's your own, fag."

...fuck. you don't think you've ever felt so euphoric as you did when your hands wrapped around the 'base' of ghosts cock. Going the pace you imagined you would like, slightly adjusting when ghost would change your grip or tempo.

You're sure you were leaking all over ghost's cock before he even reached a thumb under your arm to rub your t-dick. You've also never come without penetration before, but something about watching ghost's cock spurt cum all over your stomach had you tossing your head back with a groan.

A body like this is meant to sweat and work. I need to have all the ingrained female beauty standards from my time as a 'woman' erased. I was a lousy woman anyway. Nothing that was expected of me ever came naturally. But being a man comes easy. Specifically, being his man.

Who knows how long it'll last. Weeks, months? But there's no internet way out in the middle of nowhere, and men are physical creatures who get lonely. It starts with things that can be brushed off as innocent. His body around mine while he shows me how to properly hold and aim a gun. His hands on mine as I try reel in fish. And when the tension finally breaks, he'll reveal that he's just like me. Trans. How else would he know so much about rejecting my imposter-like femininity to embrace my masculinity?

Relaxing after a long day of working turns into sweaty sex. He never lets me call my dick anything other than what it is. Haven't I learnt anything? It doesn't matter if I don't have a 'real' cock, he still wants me to grind against his ass like I've got the biggest one in the world. He still uses the same teaching cadence in bed, showing me how to fuck and be fucked like a man. We don't have toys but we don't need them. We got given fingers and a mouth for a reason. Being resourceful is all we've been doing out here.

"Aye. I would do anything for it."

"Would you kneel before it?"

He doesn't hesitate. "Yes."

"Well-" You gather your skirts in your hands, knees exposed. "Then kneel."

"When I was princess, men worshipped me." Your drag your nails across his scalp. His mouth works against you patiently, dutifully.

"They'd do anything to be in my presence, to see my body, to touch me, to taste me," you sigh. "I could get two to lick me at once and they'd thank me for the experience."

The knight licks harder, brow knitted in concentration.

"I could never touch their cocks at all and they'd still kiss my feet in gratitude. Making me cum? Touching my tits? That was a reward in itself." Your rant continues. "When I was gracious enough to let them cum? To touch them? Jewels. Treasures. Adoration."

The knight's hand presses at your opening, two fingers sliding in and crooking-

"I saved my virginity for your king." You stroke the man's hair again. "And his three fucking inches. Flops on top of me every night and still no heir. It's no wonder: the little thing struggles to even get inside me and stay at attention. All I wanted out of a husband was a nice cock. I should have let my tutor marry me. He was thick and eager--"

The knight sucks hard and your body goes rigid. A quiver comes over you as you realize you're to cum.

"Yes, pet, like that-" you gasp. "Are you jealous?"

"Yes." He growls it into your dripping cunt, never fully breaking away. "Do not think of other men while I'm pleasing you."

"I only think of their cocks."

Of course I’m not particularly big or strong, but the thought of holding someone down that could totally just… turn the tables on me. They could totally just roll me over and use me. But, they don’t. They just submit and let me use them for my own enjoyment. Riding them to get myself off with little regard for them.

・──・˚ପ꒰✦꒱ଓ˚・──・

-🗡

Knight who tries to look away while the prince is changing just to be scolded.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m…trying to give you some privacy.” Eyes locked on the floor.

“Did I ask for privacy? Am I not something to be gazed upon, adored?”

“No! That’s not…I wasn’t trying to”

“Look at me. Now.”

Knight who shakingly looks up, locking eyes with the prince infront of him as he removes his clothing in a slow and teasing matter. Straps pressed over his shoulders exposing collar bone and perked nipples as the cloth falls to the ground. Knight who can see every fold every curve of the princes body.

Knight who nearly chokes on air when the spoiled brat spreads his legs and starts touching himself, face dusted pink and eyes struggling to hold their gaze.

“Hmm ah…you’re m-my knight. You have to look over me, always ah..don’t you?”

idk i think it wojld be nice

Okay hear me out

Prince who has a crush on his knight, and spends his lessons starring at him instead of paying attention.

Strict tutor with low patience and physical punishments, bending the prince over his desk and spanking his ass everytime he gets an answer wrong, wrapping his knuckles with a ruler when he notices him day dreaming, and the knight knows he not supposed to step. So he grits his teeth and tries to bare it, it’s only 3 hours a day, they can get through it together.

But one day the tutor goes too far. He starts degrading the prince for starring at the knight.

“Why do I even bother. Nothing is going to stick in that silly little head of yours, is it? Too privileged and spoiled to have to work for anything. How are you supposed to run a kingdom when you’re a slut?”

Both knight and prince tense at that, watching the tutor with wide eyes.

“Constantly starring at that little knight of yours instead of paying attention to your lessons.” Tutor who grabs the prince by his arm, forcing him up and out of his seat and bending him over his desk.

“What are you-“ his whines and complaints are silenced when the tutor pulls down his trousers, his ass and cunt on full display. Two fingers are forced inside him, making him jump and yelp at the sudden and harsh intrusion.

“Just as I thought. You’re soaked, fucking disgusting. Getting this wet over your knight. A disgrace to the crown.”

Knight who jumps from his spot and rips the tutor away, standing infront of the boy.

“You better mind yourself. That is your prince you’re messing with. How dare you?”

Tutor who scoffs and rolls his eyes, bringing his wet fingers to his mouth and cleaning them with his tongue, staring the knight in the eyes the entire time.

“For such a stupid boy, he sure does taste sweet. Why don’t you try for yourself? Maybe if we get it out of his system, he’ll finally be able to focus on his lessons.”

“I…I can’t do that. I’m his knight, you’re his tutor. Neither of us should be touching him like this.”

“But you want to, don’t you? He wants it too. That’s why he hasn’t moved. Isn’t that right, brat? You want your knight to touch you, make you feel good so you can finally pay attention? Maybe if you ask nicely we’ll help you. Poor pent up, darling boy.”

Knight turns to look at the prince, his glistening cunt still on display and face flushed pink. His eyelashes flutter when he looks to the knight and that pretty pink pout makes it impossible for him to ever deny him a thing.

“Y-yeah…please? My brave knight, my perfect protector, would you please?”

He’s moving on his own, his thoughts not even caught up with what’s happening but body knowing he could never deny him. Especially not when he’s bent over and presented so beautifully.

“Hear how he sounds so lovely? Surely you won’t deny your prince his satisfaction.”

He’s right. He could never deny his prince, especially something like this. The tutors hands are back on the prince, spreading him wider for the knight to see.

pets who's owners got them pets so they have something to rut when they're not around