#nonbinary sapphic

Yeah all that sex stuff- all the strapping and fingering and sucking. All that shit is cool. Me? Nono Im good right now. Just passing time tbh.

Masturbate or Minecraft... an impossible choice.

And now I'm horny 'bout some freak shit. And I'm still tired as hell. So boo.

It’s unintentional, the way Blaze’s mouth falls open a little, they inhale deeply and pull the scent over that gland at the back of their throat. Euphoria washes over them, they fight back a moan and open their eyes, looking for the source of the smell. It’s slightly floral, that heady kind of jasmine scent that has them straining hard against the seams of their pants, a full-bodied, smoky kind of vanilla smell rounds out the majority of the scent. Just under, almost an aftertaste, something a little sharp and clean. Sanitizer? What ever it is it has Blaze’s blue eyes dilated wide in the dim club. They inhale again, mouth closed, deliberately subtle now that they have locked in on the scent. They feel like a predator, like an animal. Their body slips and weaves, folds where it needs to fold to get through, as they chase the scent. The club is a crowded space, full of hot, writhing bodies. People come to dance and laugh and drink before they stumble home for a good fuck. Blaze is one of those people, they’re not shy about it. They like the way it feels, they like to see a partner quiver beneath them, like to know they’ve earned that fucked out ‘oh shit, Daddy’ they get before their partner comes for a final time. They carry those wins with them, fuck their fist with the eagerness of puberty still as they remember each sigh and moan, each arched back and the way sweat pools on the body. They stop short when the smell pauses, doesn’t move forward and doesn’t fully dissipate. Blaze takes a moment, glances around guiltily before opening their mouth and pulling in air. Jasmine and vanilla and something just sharp and sour, inorganic. Their cock fucking pulses. The bodies surrounding them bump and grind against each other. They look around, inhaling through their nose, slowly, slowly, they filter through the other smells muddying their ability. They have to close their eyes this time, focus so that they really smell. With surprise their head jerks up. Above them dances an Omega in a cage. Blaze’s heart races. Omega echoes in their head and they keep breathing in as they adjust to try and get a better look at the Omega. She’s a pretty thing from what they can see. Long, curly black hair with pretty, bright pink streaks through it. Her body is a wonderland, soft in all the spots Blaze loves to put their hands. She looks delicious, the way she moves is intoxicating. Her hands slide through her curls and they fall down her back in a curtain. Blaze’s eyes trail lower, thanking the Gods for the little outfit she’s in, bodysuit and a micro-skirt. Her thighs meet in the middle and Blaze feels themself start to drool. Cage Girl opens her eyes and, just for a fraction of a second, Blaze is convinced they caught the most gorgeous shade of green looking right back at them. She smiles and Blaze wonders if its for them before she’s turning, moving so her back is to them and another set of eyes can eye fuck her. There’s a low rumble, a growl that teases at bottom of Blaze’s throat. They don’t know why but that feels wrong, like only their eyes should be on her, like not everybody can behold such a delight.