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blake kathryn
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Jules of Nature
Peter Solarz

if i look back, i am lost
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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One Nice Bug Per Day
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Acquired Stardust

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Keni
occasionally subtle
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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Winn had been busy all day. You had been horny all day. Usually, this was a recipe for a great night, but today, some part of the DEO had slithered back home with the two of you.
While waiting for Winn to come to bed, you decided to get yourself ready for him. Your fingers stretched the tight entrance of your pussy in the way he always did. But it just wasn't the same. Even while drowning in his scent from his favourite oversized hoodie, it wasn't getting you close enough. You tried everything: a faster pace, deeper thrusts, curling your fingers. But it didn't match what he did for you.
So, you slung on Winn's favourite pair of your panties — the ones he claimed "match your eyes" — and headed out of your warm, cozy bedroom to find him.
He wasn't far. The thing he was far from was finishing his work.
“Baby?” you called out. “You coming to bed?”
“Yup! I'll be there in a sec, I just gotta finish this.” He mumbled. You couldn't see his face, but you could tell he was chewing his tongue with his front teeth in the way he did when he was stressed.
“Come on, Hot Schott, it's cold without you.” you pouted. He sighed. He could never deny you anything.
“I'm sorry, princess,” he turned around in his chair to face you. His eyes looked tired. “Why don't you come sit on my lap while I just finish this?”
You huffed a playful huff, but climbed onto him anyway. As you buried your warm face into the cold crook of his neck, his hand traced your body through your (his) hoodie. Eventually, he stopped thinking about that hand as much as his monitor, so it drifted down. Down until it traced the fabric of your underwear.
“Is this...?” he cut himself off. But your chest was pressed directly against his; you could feel exactly what it was doing to him. His heart was working overtime, pumping blood directly to his cock. He tried to adjust himself, as if you weren't sitting directly on top of it and wouldn't notice if he just covered it with the fabric of his clothes.
“Ah, ah, ah, Winn,” you cooed. “Don't hide that from me.”
He whimpered. Actually whimpered. The sound only you could hear. Winn Schott's brain unravelling for you and only you.
“Shit, baby, fine. I need to be in you right now. Just please don't move..”
You celebrated in your head, tugging expertly at his belt. You'd done this a thousand times. You knew the exact notch he liked to have his belt on, how difficult that zipper was, but you were an expert at this point. You could do it easily.
Soon enough, there it was. His pretty cock, flushed and needy. You licked a stripe up the underside of it to get it primed and ready for your other set of lips. Though he obviously hasn't been expecting that.
“Baby!” he squeaked, voice cracking, before clearing his throat. “I-I mean, baby. You said you'd just sit on it.”
You smirked. “Did I?”
“W-well, not specifically, but..I-I thought it was implied.”
“You know what, baby? I'll be nice.” you climbed back up onto his lap, slid the fabric of your panties to the side and slowly enveloped him, from tip to base. Just looking at his face confirmed a small, adorable malfunction in his brain at the sensation, but he tried his best to continue.
And it worked well! For about 8 minutes.
You couldn't seem to get comfortable. So, you kept wriggling in his lap and shifting him around inside you. This time, he couldn't ignore it.
“Please baby,” he'd tried. “Can you at least try to sit still?”
Eventually, the work on his computer was completely disregarded. His hands had managed to find their ways to your hips and were helping you grind against him as he whimpered in that special way your puppy only did when he was getting close.
That night, the only things that finished were you and Winn. But if he had to choose?
You. Every time.
On one hand, I can see your parents accepting that Lucifer and Lilith being the King and Queen of Hell very well. Like, “What or where you come from doesn’t matter to us. Crown or not, you’re still the same sweet couple that makes our daughter the happiest she’s ever been. You’re already family. ☺️”
On the other funnier hand, I’m hearing: “Oh. OH. They’re RICH RICH. The definition of ‘old money’ rich. Our baby gonna be taken such good care of! We don’t have to worry about a damn thing! 😭 (But seriously though, how the hell did they meet?)”
SJSBCJDND RICH RICH 😭 (look don't ask the specifics on how we met. The less they know that we've been dabbling in summoning practices the better dhfjcj)
You were sitting here distressing over how they'd react this whole time only for them to start jumping with joy about how their daughter is gonna be a queen someday!!! 😭😭😭 Even though you're pretty sure Lu and Lily haven't even asked to marry you yet!
What you don't know is that they already gave the couple their blessing long ago. And they're damn sure not gonna walk back on it now dhcncj
Or even better, they know that we probably summoned them.
"Yeah, that makes sense. We raised a weird one, but at least they found someone who accepts them for that."
Meanwhile, reader could do some absolutely absurd shit and the goddamn (pun intended) King and Queen of Hell would just be staring at them like "*lovelorn sigh* yup, that one's ours 😍"
All I want is to sit pretty on his lap while he sits upon his throne is that too much to ask~
Try not to look too pretty, you'll make him painfully hard~
Long live the King!
That man will simply never know peace around me I fear
Do you think he won't love that, though? His brain gets too full of negative thoughts when you're not around.
Very normal chat conversation between three people who adore him 🥰🥰🥰
big fan of the fact that both the singers who played Telemachus and Poseidon in EPIC have a song called "like you mean it" except one is singing:
"love me like you mean it, not like you need it"
and the other one:
"fuck me like you mean it, love me like you need it"
I love that neurodivergent, unnatuarally skinny teenage boy who is an expert at inventing things in an attempt to impress his heroic father (who is the chief of a village), one of said inventions he uses to humanely trap an animal that had been previously infesting his village, an animal which then proceeds to become one of his best friends.
And yeah, this is why I like to think about a Hemerian x How to Train Your Dragon AU
‧˚꒰🍎୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ Applekitty selfship intro ‧˚꒰🐱୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
Casual self-shipper :] i love and adore him 💕
Could you drop the ship template, please? It looks really cool and I'd like to try it for some of my ships if that's ok with you?
(Really pretty OC btw UƐU)
‧˚꒰🍎୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ Applekitty selfship intro ‧˚꒰🐱୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
Casual self-shipper :] i love and adore him 💕
forgot I un-quirined the amber once
varian still goes through his villain arc but it’s because the amber’s an eyesore and he really, really doesn’t want it in his house.
Rapunzel isn't a princess, but an interior designer who keeps accidentally missing her appointments with him and that's why he descends into darkness and plots his revenge on her
"How many times were you captured and used by a cyan-colored villain and imprisoned in an oval so said villain could get revenge on a yellow-themed group of people?"
Jeremy Jordan: