No specified reason, but I’m guessing it’s for it being a “explicitly sexual story with no story.” Except there is a story. I find it pretty hard to write something without a story.
It’s is about a trans woman and incubus man finding non-fetishized acceptance with each other after their successful first date.
I’m guessing someone reported it, partly due to it having a trans character. 🙄
Anywho, read it here.
I’ll try to appeal the decision on Wattpad but idk if they’ll reinstate it.
A date goes very well for an incubus and human trans woman.
tw for mentions of transphobia and trans fetishization
Partly inspired by this tumblr posts about incubus/succubus/concubus.
Part 1 is sfw.
Part 2 | Part 3
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The date had gone well; better than most, even after weeks of talking online, beforehand. A late afternoon jaunt around an art museum, then poking about nearby thrift stores. Dinner at a hidden gem of a restaurant. Their conversation rarely lulled and, when it did, it was easy to pick back up. He’d been considerate, good at listening, great at carrying a conversation.
The date had gone so well, in fact, that Lilith had spontaneously invited Varli to her place, still drunk on hormones from their makeout session in his car. Now, anxiety set in as he followed her through her winding apartment complex hallways. Damn her muzzy-headed brain! Her heart pounded hard in her chest as they approached her front door. Trembles skirted through her stomach to her fingertips as she clenched her house keys tightly.
She had to say something, before they were at her door. That way, if he reacted badly, he wouldn’t know her home address, couldn’t harass her, couldn’t hurt her.
He stumbled when Lilith suddenly stopped, his attention immediately on her face. Everything about him exuded ease with the whole situation. Lilith bit her bottom lip, staring up at the incubus as she fidgeted.
Patiently, he watched her, a thin black eyebrow cocked. True to his nature, Varli’s appearance tickled aesthetic delight in Lilith. Light grey skin, decorated with purple swirling tattoos along one arm. Dark purple irises, nearly swallowed up by black sclera. Long, pointed ears, with a scallop-like edge from tip to gauged lobes. Asymmetrical undercut, with medium-length black waves caressing one side of his face. All that, plus his natural ease, plus his punkish fashion sense with studs adorning his jacket and a spiked collar and those darn black pants that clung to him enticingly…
Lilith shook her head, trying to re-focus on the issue at hand.
She wondered if this was his true form or if his body naturally exuded a glamor to appeal to others. Or perhaps he just evoked something - a scent or aura - that honed in on any nearby person’s fancy.
“I should probably tell you something, before we go any further.” A cold froth bubbled up in her guts as she said the words.
He inclined his head, giving her a ‘go on’ hum.
“I… Well, honestly, I shouldn’t even have to do this, but… It’s just… You’re going to find out if we…” Lilith sighed, lowering her forehead into her hand. In her chest, her heart shuddered from fear and anxiety. Preemptive disappointment burned at her eyes. Why was this so hard? It wasn’t fair. With a heavy swallow, Lilith managed to find her words. “I’m a trans woman.”
Further words failed. She braced herself for a barrage of questions, if not outright yelling. Would he be upset she hadn’t told him sooner? Would he snarl something about her lying to him this whole time? Or would he get that infuriating grin, calling her a delightful t-slur? Her stomach sunk as her imagination offered increasingly upsetting scenarios.
“OK.”
“OK?” She looked up at him, her shoulders growing stiff. Did she misread this situation? Were they just going to hang out? Had she been too coy? Or was he backpedaling, pretending he misunderstood her invitation?
Varli blinked down at her, slowly, like a cat. Then a smirk tilted at his lips. He took a step closer to Lilith, boxing her in against the near wall. Her heart thrummed, caught between uncertain fear and excitement, as his forearms braced against the wall on either side of her head. He leaned down, that grin still on his face. “Do you know what the Latin root of incubi is?”
Confusion dotted Lilith’s thoughts. It was a strange tangent and, though she had done some research, this question brought up a blank slate in her head. Varli being so close didn’t help either. Gods, why did he smell so good? This couldn’t be some mass-produced cologne. Tentatively, she shook her head, eyes still glued to his face. “No.”
“Incubare. To lie upon. It’s a very old-school way to say they’re tops.” Varli’s grin quirked up again, cocked in a charming rakish way. He leaned closer, lips brushing achingly against Lilith’s as he spoke. “As such, I just want you under me, writhing in pleasure, thanks to me.”
Her lungs locked, eyes widening as a flare of heat shot through her body. A blush burned across her cheeks and, after a breath of gleefully taking in her expression, Varli closed the gap. She gasped into the kiss, tingles coursing over her body as her eyes fluttered shut. His kiss was hungry and hot, churning up Lilith’s libido.
It was only a few seconds of delicious tongue-lashing, swallowing down Varli’s deep-throated growls, before he broke the kiss with a gentle nip of his sharp teeth. Her eyes fluttered open as the loss of his mouth left a disappointed chill on her tingling lips. Varli leered down at her, gaze glazed with desire and tongue flicking over his lower lip. Lilith shuddered at his heated expression. It almost felt like he’d eat her up.
The look softened a bit, as if he caught himself doing something wrong. His grin took on a slightly sheepishness, eyebrows raised curiously. “Still want to take me home?”
