xavier - they/he - 24 - taken + poly - asexual and horny - so uh this is my nsfw sideblog! do not fucking perceive me! i swear to god!! (not gonna outline a full dni but minors please please do not interact here, ty)
hi this is my very cool very swag spicy sideblog, because i personally wanna keep my main blog more like. pg-15 or so i guess. idk. but i also do write spicy stuff <3
basic info about me:
xavier
they/he (transmasc)
26
it'd take a long fucking time to explain my orientation so just know i'm acespec and arospec and i love men <3
polyamorous
this is a sideblog. i will not be following from here. <3
aaaaaand i'm not gonna make a full dni b/c i'm not really into those (as in, i don't personally think they work lol), but just know i use the block button very liberally and that's just how it be. the only hard line is that absolutely Do Not interact with this blog if you're a minor, i am not kidding.
anyway just Some Things to keep in mind:
i like writing about trans characters specifically having a fun sexy time so a lot of my smut on this blog is probably gonna feature them.
however, there will be *some* cis characters. like uh.... some. we'll see.
i'm not gonna make a list of kinks or anything lmao but any writing or art i post will have content warnings as needed and also just like. tags for kinks.
this is gonna be a pretty kink-positive space. as long as no real people are getting hurt and everyone involved is a consenting adult, i genuinely do not care what you're into in the bedroom.
that being said, i do have some kinks i'm personally not comfortable with! not gonna list them here but yeah <3 i'm not going to judge you if you like them, but they're not for me.
i'm a furry lol. there will be furry porn here. if that's an issue then idk what to tell ya
i do not take requests at this time. i do, however, take commissions :) yeehaw
i write a mix of fandom content and oc content, but i most likely won't be putting any fandom content in the main tags. if anyone i don't know looks at this blog i might throw up /lh
i doubt this'll come up, but just know i don't fucking care about ship discourse. i have my personal boundaries and things i will and won't write, but i'm not interested in discourse.
okay idk what else. if i need to add anything else here i'll add it.
I think dog boys should be allowed to fuck me full of their cum whenever they want. pull me into a dark corner or a broom closet and use my cunt until your cum is dripping out of me. imagine if you will
we're out somewhere, you pull me into the bathroom without warning. before I could ask what was wrong you're shoving your fingers in my mouth to keep me quiet. then before I could even figure out what's going on you're bending me over the countertop and shoving your dick inside me, whispering "sorry, sorry, sorry" as my bottom out inside me. then you use my cunt until your satisfied and I go on the rest of my day feeling you drip out of me. not that it really matters, after all you've already knocked me up anyway
i think mindless rambling is really hot. imagine rutting into him like a stupid mutt, fucking him dumb while babbling about how good his cunt feels wrapped around my cock and how i have to get him pregnant so everyone else has proof of who he belongs to. the way he's so cockdrunk he can't even respond is so fucking lewd, and that combined with his twitching tdick and gushy cunt is enough to make you spill your balls inside him, your pace never slowing down as you stupidly apologise. "fuucckfuck fuck sorry i had to, i have to knock you upoh fuckfuck, you feel so good, just wanna see you swollen with my kidsāpleaseimsorryimsorryimsorry-"
teldin sees brighid shirtless for the first time and is SO flustered and embarrassed about how badly he wants to grab those big soft titties. stares silently for a few seconds and abruptly walks away without saying anything
now that i've posted publicly about brighid, teldin, and yen i can hornypost about them :3
anyway i'm having fun thinking about brighud and teldin both being 100% inexperienced virgins suffering over how hot the other is but not knowing what to do about it bc they're so new to sex. i am entertained <3
āMountedā as a word gets me so šµāš«šµāš«,,, being mounted sounds so possessive, so encompassing, so primal,,,, hhhhh bunny brain likes the word a lot,, help. Getting āmountedā is right up there with getting ābredā I must confess whewf
writing your fave having sex with with their love interest is OUT writing your fave shamefully jerking off and coming pathetically fast at just the idea of fucking their love interest is IN
ok link to the ao3 collection of what i've got so far <3 [link]
and then under the cut, my entries so far transcribed!!
DAY ONE -
Bode has always taken great pride in his self-control. You don't make it far in his line of work without having a vice grip on every little baser impulse.
In moments like this, though, he can put that aside. For once, he's letting himself indulge.
Right now, Bode is holed up in his room above Doma's, one hand furiously stroking his cock and the other pressing a scrap of black fabric to his faceāa pair of used briefs, lifted from Cal's floor while his boy used the refresher.
He shudders as he breathes in the sweet, tangy musk clinging to the damp fabric. Sweat and bittersweet slick mix together, wet and heady on his tongue, an intoxicating cocktail that makes Bode's head swim and his cock throb in his fist.
He's nearly drooling over it, lapping at them like he can't get enough of even just the ghost of Cal's fucking cunt.
Bode just knows how much better it'd be to taste the real thing. He wants to devour him, to take that cute little t-cock in his mouth and swirl his tongue around it, to drink every drop that pours out and savor every inch of Cal, inside and out.
Later, maybe he'll be embarrassed by his own desperation, humping his hand and huffing a sweaty, slick-stained pair of briefs he swiped from his mark, but for now he's too drunk on his own fantasy to care.
If this is all he can have, he'll fucking take it.
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DAY TWO:
Cal is, even after all his time with Bode, so unused to gentle touch, to hands that hold him without intent to harm.
Even now, he marvels at the sensation. They're curled together in bed, Cal straddling one of Bode's thick thighs and pressed to his chest, the older man's gentle, calloused fingers stroking his sides. The delicious pressure of Bode's thigh against his clothed cunt feels incredible, but it's the steadying hands that have him keening like a bitch in heat.
Bode keeps talking, too, encouraging him as they grind slowly togetherā"That's it, that's my boy, make yourself feel good." Despite Bode's straining erection going untouched so far, at his own insistence, he sounds nearly undone himself, just from Cal's pleasure.
Bode's sweet fingers stroke over his still too-prominent ribs, knots of angry scar tissue he's so hesitant to let anyone see, a myriad of signs of a life built by suffering. He touches each one reverently, like he's memorizing the grooves of his favorite work of art, every little piece of Cal.
Just as Cal has that thought, Bode flexes his thigh to press back against him, grinding slowly and sensually against his aching core. His cunt throbs, another gush of slick leaking forth.
"Pleaseee," Cal whimpers brokenly, unsure what he's even begging for. Bode kisses his neck in reply.
"I'm right here, sweetheart," he murmurs. "I'm not goin' anywhere. Let me take care of you, baby." Another kiss. "We've got all the time in the galaxy."
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DAY THREE:
The muzzle and collar look good on him.
Part of Bode hates what they represent, but the rest of him can't pretend he doesn't see the appeal.
When he wears Bode's collar, when he wears that muzzle, Twelfth Brother isn't the Inquisitorius' feared attack dog anymore. No, he's just Cal, Bode's dog.
Right now, Bode's lounging in the Mantis' cockpit, Cal leashed obediently at his feet. His boy clings tightly to his leg, panting and whimpering as he grinds his cunt down against Bode's boot.
It's a shame the muzzle muffles his desperate little sounds, but the flush in his face and the needy glaze of his eyes more than make up for it.
Bode should stop him, should remind him to be a good dog and not shamelessly hump his master's leg. But he's feeling indulgent tonight.
So instead, he tugs on the leash and lifts his boot to rub it against Cal's clothed slit, grinning at the little squeal his boy makes.
"C'mon," he says, "that's my good boy, Cal, that's my good dog. Keep moving, sweetie." Cal gives a full-body shudder and moans at the words, grinding his hips down harder.
His boy tries to say something, but the words are lost in another moan as Bode presses back against him.
With his free hand, Bode reaches down to pet his hair, grabbing a loose handful just to hear him groan.
"Ah-ah-ah," he says, pressing his boot back against Cal's groin. "Remember, boy, good dogs don't talk."
