#diphallia

Authors note- I am SO sorry for my impromptu, very long hiatus 😭😭, school and work got the better of me, but I'm trying to get back into things.

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Summary: Levi narrates his self depreciation over a 'self care' session

Warnings: Masturbation, clothing thief, heavy self depreciation (I love my pathetic men), not much else- he's a very unreliable narrator 🙏 oh, and he has two dicks 😋

Header credit- "ROI DU POISON" BY KOEBI

Leviathan feels disgusting. 

Not that that's an unusual feeling for the demon of envy–but the point still stands.

Filthy.

Horrible.

Gross.

What right does such a worthless otaku have to think of you like…like this? You’re so perfect, his Henry, his only true friend—and still he deceives you! Every time he pushes his cocks through his fist, he imagines it’s your hands, your mouth, your holes being stuffed full of his cum—oh the things you’d say, the way you’d look at him if you ever found out-

He’s ashamed of how hard he twitches thinking of just that. He's ashamed of all of it. Every crumpled, disgusting tissue and rag haphazardly tossed into the garbage, covered up with food wrappers and delivery packing just in case you come in unexpectedly. 

Every disgusting moan he can't choke down, digging his nails into the swell of his shafts because he needs some sort of punishment for this—this horror, frankly. 

“M’sorry, m'so sorry- guh, huh- hah, s-sorry-” The tears bubbling up in his eyes just make it so much worse—disgusting and pathetic, there's nothing left to redeem! And now he needs to add ‘thief’ to the list—your sweaty, crumpled shirt lying half on his chest, half bunched to his nose, muffling his apologies and agonized whimpers. 

How could he stoop so low! He's just like that scumbag Mammon, going around and stealing things for his own gain—oh if his brothers ever found out! Forget just simply being tied to the ceiling; he'd be ostracized! Kicked out! Never allowed within 50 feet of you ever again!

Levi pumps his wrist faster, desperate to just get this over with now, before the shame and guilt and terrible, terrible self-hatred makes his cocks flag—it’s already kept him from cumming for so long. Every time his fantasies turn from you finding him, teasing him, toying with his body just how wants you to;

Ghibli from Elemental is an intersex transfeminine non-binary bisexual butch using she/they/shi/ze pronouns + any water-themed neopronouns, and her variation is XY/XYY Mosaicism with diphallia and a shawl scrotum!

Requested by @satuputra796

Intersex flag-only and popular transfem flag edits under the cut!

Requested by anon.

The requester elaborates: I know this because i have stpd and I have a cluster a radar. The brain damage thing is because of his low reaction time and general forgetfulness.

[Also oh my god finding accurate imgs or even info for some variations is hell, screw the fact that igm is just normalized and okay god; since I try to use multiple sources && sorry if this feels weird or disconstructed, I have a learning disability that makes it hard to keep proper thoughts going]

But I have a character with both diphalia & 46,xxy / klinfelters [fun fact as I learned that can happen but its on the rarer side iirc] who presents femininely in a way he chooses to while still closely embracing his masculinity bc its important to them [they're a transmanwoman bc both are super important to him] along with a different character who also has klinfelters but ids as transmascfem specifically & has notably top surgery scars bc he chose to have that. Other then that we have two characters with ovotestes / ambiguous genitalia; they both have differing identities [one ids as transmasculine the other genderdoe] and everything && the one has a husband as well :] we also do have a few characters with ais or p-ais, one whos genderfluid & queer, another whos genderdoe, another whos transfem and so on. A lot of our intersex ocs are queer ontop of being intersex since I'm queer + intersex [transcis man+woman && a lesbian] but I do have a handful of cis / het ones I just don't want to leave a giant block of text lol

Diphallia Pride Flag

Symbol: Texas Silverleaf Nightshade with two stamen

Colors: color picked from the plant, with added reddish tones.

Defect

When I first saw that the suit I ordered had a defect, I was furious. This was supposed to be my gateway a to new life as a hunk. This is the exact opposite of being inconspicuous. I spent a lot of money on him, only for it to not be what I paid for.

As far as I can tell, there's no evidence Kurt Wagner has or had two penises. There's nothing in the text suggesting it, and I've only been able to find secondary sources tracing the idea back to a joke made by Chuck Austen in an interview. I haven't been able to find the interview itself, but Chuck Austen handled Kurt pretty thoughtlessly in general. It wouldn't surprise me if that was the source.

Request: “Power Rangers imagines: …Stingrage.” Fun thing about writing for monster men is you learn biology facts. Rays are batoids/batomorphi. Another fun thing is that you learn that what you think should be a word, like batomorphic, isn’t. Sting Rage/Stingrage isn’t that batomorphic, anyway. But if he’s like Vexacus down there…

Most men, even monster men, should have backed off when presented with a taser. Unsure if the alien recognized it as a weapon, you turned it on. Neither of you spoke as the sparks provided the sole artificial light in the woods. The moon was near full. Besides its effect on the tides, moonlight made it easier for predators to spot prey. And got certain ocean life in the mood. 

Despite the name, Sting Rage didn’t seem very aquatic to you. Aside from his trident. Later you’d learn his attempts at courtship were batoid. But pupiless eyes and a respirator made it impossible to tell Poisandra’s underling had been interested in you from the get-go.  

Red’s right, you thought. Sting Rage does kinda resemble an “overgrown insect.”

Maybe there was some shrimp DNA in there. What with the antennae. Truth be told, the villain interested you a little. He just had so many cool features cobbled together. Maybe they weren’t antennae and a trident, but horns and a pitchfork. The faces composing his armor evoked the screaming damned. Flames and all. What you initially figured was tubing looked corniculate up close. 

Okay, enough waxing poetic, you thought, glancing at the moon again. 

Meanwhile, Sting Rage’s thoughts on your appearance weren’t nearly as complicated. Sparks were flying and he was horny. The electronic currents you were giving off were irresistible. If he had stopped to think, Sting Rage might have realized that wasn’t bioelectricity. But the taser’s distant shock had so stimulated his ray instincts, he may have just lodged a stinger in your back and fucked you senseless anyway. If he’d suspected you were just trying to defend yourself at that moment. 

You were an acquaintance of the Rangers. Yet you’d sent out a very clear signal you wanted to mate. With him, of all choices. He stepped closer. You braced yourself to be impaled with his weapon. Then he laid his trident against a tree before continuing his advance.

With a sinking feeling, you realized the battery might run out. And he clearly had decided you weren’t a threat, as he was even removing his mask! 

Sting Rage shot you a benevolent smile. He couldn’t sense the current anymore. This would be his first time mating with a human. He wondered if it would be your first time interspecifically, too. Maybe you weren’t used to this kind of foreplay. But he was glad you initiated this. Up close, he could see how nervous you were. Male humans tended to have only one penis, right? Hopefully you wouldn’t be overwhelmed by two. 

“Please,” you pleaded, switching the taser on again. It probably looked pathetic; brandishing a weapon he clearly wasn’t afraid of while begging for your life.  

Oh no. His partner wasn’t able to produce a charge on her own. She had to use some kind of tool to gain his attention. Sting Rage’s heart swelled with pity. And desire. How thoughtful of you! Even with your apparent inexperience with his species’ copulatory habits, you were courting him! Humans didn’t have anything like an estrus. They were ready to go whenever. Yet you were coming onto Sting Rage during his mating season!  

What happened next made you drop your taser.

He ducked down and nipped at your chest. 

Before your mouth could form words, his attacked again. Even in your confusion, you could guess Sting Rage was a little frustrated by the layers.

And he was! The cups wouldn’t even let him bite your pecs through the shirt’s fabric. If he managed to satisfy you enough, get you to agree to be his mate, then you might agree to work for Poisandra. So she could take you shopping. He knew from accidentally walking in on her and Sledge that the bustier unzipped easily and the black top, which showed underboob, was very removable as well. 

“Okay,” you drawled, pocketing the taser. I clearly misread the situation.

“You can keep that out if you want,” he replied, burying his face between your tits. “If you need.”

“You’d have to get off.”

“I’m trying. If you could be so kind as to remove your bra, I can complete our mating ritual.”

“What kind of mating ritual involves a taser?”

It took him a second to put two and two together.

“That’s not a sex toy?”