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liesmyth · 4 months

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the locked tomb holiday exchange rec list

Behold! The good, the magnificent, the sad! The filth and the angst and the feelings! The weird shit that would make TazMuir proud! 💀🎉✨☠️🔥🎊

Here are some favourites from a skim of works posted for @tlt-holiday-exchange, both art and fic. They are MANY and they are JUICY. Find the entire collection HERE, and keep an eye on for authors reveal coming soon!

ART FILLS

A Beautiful Fairy Tale. Wake tells little Bomb a bedtime story but she can't mention a princess without talking about guillotines. Rated T.

Dubious Curiosity. Nona is curious. Nona loves everyone. And Nona wants Cam. (Camilla/Nona) Rated M.

Fingers In Her Mouth. Camilla Hect misses the Warden. Maybe he can lend a helping hand… even in death. (Camilla/hand!Palamedes) Rated M.

just guys being bros. Camilla/Gideon. Gideon touches a boob! A very happy new year to awkward butch lesbians everywhere. Rated T.

Pyrrha Dve Appreciation. Pyrrha & Nona, soft hugs! Rated G.

Stealing Breath. Camilla/Gideon butch-off make-out session. Rated G.

To Shreds, You Say? Pyrrha/Mercymorn/Wake fucking nasty. Rated E.

FIC FILLS

a buried and a burning flame. Coronabeth fucks Gideon's corpse. Rated E.

For all intents and purposes the corpse of the Ninth’s cavalier is a bad lay. That’s all fine, though.

a grave, deep and narrow. Camilla/Palamedes, GtN AU, Character Death, Tape Recorder Conversation Redux. Podfic included! Rated T

Only Lyctors were meant to leave the First House alive. Ianthe insists on bringing Coronabeth; Judith dies of her injuries. Camilla is stranded alone at Canaan House — alone, except for the persistent hallucinations of her necromancer.

affix. Coronabeth/Harrow, humiliation kink, improper use of bones, dom!Harrow, GtN era. rated E.

Cytherea doesn't go to Canaan House AU - Corona overconfidently approaches Harrow in the hopes of exchanging lab keys. Harrow humbles her quickly.

AITA for telling my dad I didn't like my birthday party? Gideon & John, In-Universe Social Media, Character study, Rated T.

I (20F) told my dad (45?M) that I wanted a cool birthday party, but he threw me a terrible birthday party instead. Am I really the asshole for telling him I didn't like it?

and kings shall come out of thy loins. Gideon/Ianthe, crack treated seriously, body horor, SNAKES. Rated M.

Ianthe saves God from the stoma and the River and all she has to show for it are these fucking snubes.

come, dearest heart. Lyctor Palamedes AU, HtN era. Camilla/Palamedes, Pyrrha/Palamedes, Pyrrha/Camilla/Palamedes. Rated E.

In Canaan House, Palamedes Sextus unwillingly ascends to Lyctorhood to put an end to Cytherea the First's rampage. He's left heartbroken, grieving, and terribly, terribly lonely.

Don't Care If You Think I'm Dumb (I Don't Care At All). Gideon/Ianthe, Gideon as Kiriona, Unwholesome Tower Princes Bonding ft. bad sex and retail therapy. Rated E.

The newly christened Kiriona Gaia is not having a good time on the Mithraeum. At least she has Ianthe there to make her worse.

Follow Your Dreams, Never Let Them Die. Gideon/Harrow, Pokemon trainers AU! Rated T.

On her Pokemon Journey, Gideon Nav approaches the mysterious Drearburh City Gym - but something feels oddly familiar.

Gaia's Natural Market. modern AU, retail hell, Harrow/Gideon, Harrow/Ianthe, Gideon/Ianthe. Rated T

RING-A-DING-DING, the Holiday's are here! And nothing says "Give!" like the bounty of the Mother Herself, so come on by to GAIA's Natural Market! Treat your family to a home-cooked meal with only the PUREST of ingredients - all Produce Organic, all Products non-GMO, and all Smiles Authentic and free of Toxins!

Good Girl. Coronabeth/Ianthe, puppyplay, muzzles, rated E.

Coronabeth is Ianthe's big dicked bimbo puppy. Ianthe's into it.

Goodnight, New Rho. Camilla & Nona. Domestic Fluff, Missing Scene. Rated G.

Nona gets a bedtime story. Camilla reminisces about growing up with an older sister. They both sleep well, despite a notable lack of dogs.

In the Empire of the Deeps. Gideon/Nona/Ianthe, Gideon/Ianthe, Pirate AU, monsterfucking-adjacent, Nona is an eldritch sea creature. Rated E.

A chance encounter on the beach. Ianthe is manipulative, Kiriona is sad, and Nona is not as innocent as she seems. Sometimes, you might yearn for one person and meet another one. Sometimes, you have to take what you can get.

just like normal. Ianthe/Coronabeth, Cytherea is also there. Penis in vagina sex, Exhibitionism, Squirting. Rated E.

Ianthe gives herself a cock, and Corona is increasingly bewildered that she hasn’t been allowed to sit on it yet.

language of its own. Camilla/Palamedes. Worldbuilding, idiots to lovers, pre-canon. Rated T.

Camilla Hect has to do an erotic poetry final.

Masochism Tango. Porn with feelings, knifeplay, vivisection, lyctor-typical everything. Rated E.

Two occasions in which Pyrrha Dve had the pleasure of being under Cytherea's knife, and Mercymorn had the pleasure of Pyrrha Dve.

METHODS OF SUBDUCTION. Judith/Cornabeth, Judith & Varun. Planetary science rizz. Rated M.

Varun the Eater teaches Judith Deuteros how to flirt.

midnight mass. Mercymorn/Cristabel, pre-canon, Character Study. Rated T.

A lifetime before the resurrection and two decades before the apocalypse, a novice nun and a third-year medical student discuss goodness, passion, and salvation at midnight on Christmas morning.

motherhood. Mercymorn uses flesh magic on Wake. Hate sex ensues. Body horror, motherhood as violence, canon compliant. Rated E.

“I will kill you,” you say, with all the placid fervor of a religious convert. When you’re on the edge of real violence, you lose that tense little furrow in your brow—it’s beautiful, really. “Please give me a reason.”

My Love Overflows. Corona/Ianthe, Strap-on, Dirty talk, Impact Play, Hair Pulling, Bladder control. Rated E.

The one in which Corona pisses all over herself at Ianthe's whims.

name and rank. Judith/Coronabeth, Judith & Varun. Judith's failwoman swag! Rated T.

As Judith lies dying, she has nothing but time. Varun the Eater uses it to teach her how to flirt with the Princess. Don’t worry. Varun has got this!

New Rule. Mercymorn/Pyrrha, Ranch AU, stablehand Pyrrha, boss/employee relationship. Rated E.

Never hire stablehands who are too handsome and capable for their own good.

no shade in the shadow of the cross. Cytherea/Mercymorn, angst, fisting, two pillow princesses NOT making it work! Rated E.

Cytherea and Mercymorn have an ill-timed tryst.

per my last email. Camilla/Palamedes. Academia, banter. On peer review and multitasking. Rated M.

“Warden,” she said patiently, “you want me so badly it’s making you stupid."

RISKING OUR LIVES FOR UNIVERSITY HOLE???? 🤯😳 University AU, Team 69. The hole is a basement to be clear! Rated T.

The difficult part of visiting the local haunted house for a feature in the university magazine is not actually the visiting; it’s the writing about it afterwards.

So Messed Up. Ianthe/Coronabeth. Puppy play, collars & leashes, tail plug. Rated E.

Ianthe using her flesh magic to give Corona a big cock for petplay because she loves the idea of her sister being a big dicked bimbo puppy girl who just wants to rut into her.

The Great Gamete Gambit. Camilla & Palamedes, Pre-canon, worldbuilding, sixth house reproductive practices. Rated G.

Palamedes and Camilla have an important package to send, but there's been a heist in the gamete repository! Can the 15-year-old Master Warden and his cavalier crack the case?

The Sextus Scandal. Camilla/Palamedes, Epistolary, Pre-Canon Divergence. Rated E.

Transcripts and documents relating to the disciplinary hearing and subsequent resignation of Master Warden Palamedes Sextus.

Ways to Be Perfect. Babs/Colum Asht, GtN era, Rated M.

When Naberius first glanced across the supper table at Colum Asht, he didn’t immediately get the impression that he was liked.

The end!

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my--moon · 5 days

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ARCANE WOMEN WITH BIMBO S/O

PAIRING: Arcane Women X Bimbo!Reader (Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn) WARNING: Sexual references. Sexualisation of reader. eating out. straps mentioned. finger fucking. Smut.

JINX:

B-I-M-B-O! You're just Jinx's stupid hoe! >3•

she loves you. she loves fucking you against her bedroom walls as well.

eating your pretty cunt out as she lifted up your short skirt !! such a slutty bitch <33

tv girl duo??? blue and pink !!

let's be honest, she 100% calls you a very colourful range of nicknames (especially in bed, mainly whore n slut )

just imagine her laying you out on her bed, slipping off that awfully short top of yours off, and fondling with your tits as you grind your wet cunt against her. so cute right?

VI:

the femme to her butch!!

makes you ride her strap 100% — also records your pretty moans to make you listen to after

once your done on her hugee cock (strap) she likes to shove her thick fingers in your pussy, and vigorously twirling them in your warm walls

what ? you're tired? you can keep going another round it's okay, she'll treat you to a new dress after <3

lets you do some makeup on her

super sweet and will punch anyone that comment on your style !!

CAITLYN:

shes grown up with modest and classy people, but she does like your ditzy personality, she may find it annoying sometimes but she does love it

you're so adorable!! now eat her out.

let's be honest, you're more proactive n you're probably dom in this situation

she's so cute whining as you thrust against her hot cunt

people's assume she's topping cuz of her personality and your ditzy demeanor but it's the other way around!

none the less, she absolutely spoils you with her family's wealth and power

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Don't Test Me

TW: DOM!JJ. Smut. Language. Semi-public sex.

SUMMARY: JJ’s POV when his secret Kook hook-up pushes him too far with her bratty attitude.

WORD COUNT: 2200

REQUESTED

Anonymous asked:

Heyyy! Can you do one where kook!reader is kind of a bitch and she has this fwb thing going on with jj but nobody know and one day she’s a butch to him at his work or something so he has to put her in her place and goes all dom on her 🥺

Don’t Test Me

You think I would be used to it by now. After all, it wasn't like anybody knew how I could alter that attitude into an orgasm in less than five minutes. But she was pushing absolutely every one of my buttons for the thrill of it. Getting off on treating me like the garbage that her friends saw me as, even if we were both aware of the way SHE loved to get dirty. And I let her because I was just as addicted as she was, if not more so. The thrill of knowing I got to tame that attitude the second her friends turned their backs or she would leave an expensive piece of lingerie behind as a souvenir of our forbidden tryst, it was a high that brought her to the Southside strictly for this game and me to Kooklandia for the same reasoning.

But today, she was exceedingly entitled. Doing so in a way that accentuated my favorite parts of her as she would tease what she knew neither of us would act on. As she commented how I was taking too much time cleaning off her table, she would do so while pushing her breasts upwards in my direction. Those doe eyes I knew well to tear up from making her take me behind those full lips would make me clench my jaw and she would endorse harder still. She knew how to keep my eyes on her and did so throughout my entire shift, belittling me in the process. But dammit, if it wasn't so sweet coming from her...

"I need to talk to a manager..." Her voice echoed in the locker room of The Island Club, where I had managed to keep my job since the summer, all to be closer to her. To be accessible to her. To trace her skin under the table when feigning dropping something and even being available for her in situations such as now.

"Excuse me," She continued as my jaw was tense because tonight she hadn't come alone. She brought Topper, frosted tipped Kook prince, who she was hanging over all day. Doing so just to piss me off. And she had. And if I would wage anything that she wanted this reaction. She wanted me to make her pay for it.

And so she would...

"Not sure if I'm the one to talk to. Just the busboy..." I explained while reaching just past her to clock out for the day, the next satisfying beep coming from the machine set on the wall, my second favorite sound next to her purring my name as she came beneath me. Over me. Didn't matter.

"You'll do..."

"Maybe Topper could help you. He seemed hands on enough..." I shot back, not caring to hide my honest jealousy as I was. I hated the idea of anyone touching her. She was mine. End of story. Because she knew I was just as much hers. She ruined me for anyone else. Not that I tried.

"But I want your help..." She spoke, hand to my chest to keep my attention as well as keeping me from leaving. But I wanted her to work for this. I had to spend the last eight hours watching her fake interest in a natural nemesis to us pogues, all for that smile of victory she held now. A smile that if I didn't know how good it felt wrapped around me, I could have swiped off of her.

"Sorry princess, not sure I can help with what it is that you need-"

"But you always have..." Her lips brushed my cheek as her hand began to lower. "And I thought I took care of you-" something in me snapped. Any patience I had would hold a stall as I looked at her now, ringed hand on her hip as her eyes widened as I had her against the wall of the otherwise vacant room.

"You want to know if you made me hard, sweetheart? Any girl within the club could be responsible for this, doesn't make you special-"

"JJ..." Her eyes narrowed in hurt as I scoffed.

"Oh so you don't like the idea of me fucking someone else? But you want me to see you with someone else all day? His hand on those same thighs I had my face between last night?" She swallowed hard, my words clearly affecting her, "Bet he doesn't know how many times my cum has dripped out of your pussy and onto those expensive little heels."

"JJ please."

"Funny...Sounding a bit desperate princess.. can't tell me Top isn't taking care of you, with an ego like that-"

"He didn't touch me-"

"Not like I can, you mean? Because otherwise you had his fingerprints on every part of you but that special little spot you know only I can get to.. " I had her completely pinned, my knee between her trembling legs as her fingers ate into my arms. And I loved it. I loved this desperation.

"The one I can get to when I curve this finger just right-"

"Jesus, JJ, please, I'm so wet..." I needed to feel her. Lesson needing to be taught or not, I needed it. For that, I lifted her panties over my knuckles until my hand came to a rest at her sex.

"But how am I supposed to know if this is for me or him...hmm? For all I know, you could be leaking his cum..." I pulled my fingers to my lips, her eyes following and her jaw fell slack as I tasted her.

"Nope...that's ALL you, isn't it, sweetheart?" She was manic, suddenly attached to my lips as if they supplied her oxygen. And I would allow it for a time, needing it more than proving some point. But then I was reminded. The descent of her hand around my cock told me of my fleeting dominance. And for that, she was turned to the walk.

"You know how I feel about your little dresses...and what they do to me...right?"

She nodded.

"Has to spend my entire shift imagining bending you over every surface just to get through it..."

"You can do that now..."

"And give you what you want...don't think so, princess. Not after your teasing."

"Please, JJ, I'm sorry..." My hand trailed across your hips, between her breasts, and at her neck, turning her face until my lips fell to her ear.

"Don't lie to me and say things you don't mean, I thought we were past that. We both know you wanted to tease me…You wanted me to have all these dirty little thoughts…and so you’re gonna make good on them." I drug her across the locker room and to the small bench before sitting onto its ledge, taking her to her knees.

"Such a pretty little mouth...but I just know you remember how I like it best, don't you?" She nodded, her want to please me had me throbbing.

"What would all your little kook friends think if they saw you on your knees for a pogue cock, hmmm?"

"Wanting it inside of you-"

"JJ-"

"Unless you want Topper’s or Rafe's-"

"No!"

"No?" I moved down to her, hand tightening in her hair.

"Then show me." She was motivated in all things, an angel and demon in the art of her mouth. Such sweet lips, innocent and even cruel, could bring heaven to anyone. But a devilish set of eyes training to me as they watered with a damning of her reflex.

"You love it, don't you, sweetheart? You just love being on your knees for me, isn't that right? Look so fucking good crying over my cock after teasing me all day-" But as I spoke these words, I saw her hand drift between her legs. It took little to make her feral, and I loved just how little. But she still had a lesson to learn and the only eagerness she was allowed to show was for me.

"Let me see those fingers-" I held her hands to my thighs. "You don't get to feel good. Not right now. And keep that shit up and you won't get to at all. This is about me. Making it up to me. So do it." I leaned closer strictly to taunt her.

"No hands." But I needed those moans of pleasure for her. So I lifted my foot between her legs, her eyes fading in approving relief, before I allowed her this friction. Those moans vibrating my entire cock as she took me in stride. I almost pitied her. Gasping and gagging, drooling and crying, riding my foot in desperation and need. Moaning and groaning...yep, almost...

"Fuck, princess....you could make me come..." She nodded, eyes wide with that mutual want.

"But you don't get to get out of this that easily." I took hold of her wrist and pulled her to the table across the room, one used to hold an array of uniforms, now half spilled onto the floor from the force of her body taken against it. Skirt lifted and panties finally removed, I couldn't take the tease for another second as I removed my cock and ran it between her folds. Those familiar lower lips kissing around me in desperation like a woman starved.

"Let's get one thing straight." I explained, my dominant hand wrapped around her neck and the other still around my cock in preparation of the penetration, "You can have your little attitudes..." I was suddenly inside of her, her gasp making me smirk to know I would always surprise her with my length or maybe my width. Didn't matter what, I relished in knowing it was because of me.

"But don't expect to not get fucked out or them when we're alone." I scoffed into her hair as I pulled her tighter to me.

"But that's what you wanted isn't it? You wanted me to fuck you like this...Because you want everyone to know just HOW well you take me...is that it? Or you want me to fuck YOU until you're screaming all the way back to the Southside so everyone knows your mine-"

"Yours-" I had to stop myself from coming on the spot. A beautiful, bratty, brilliant Kook belonging to me. Desperate for me. Needing me for something other than to fix her car or serve her brunch. She just needed my body and what it could bring to her, bring from her.

"Yeah? Then prove it. Come over my cock so I can take what's mine...And give you what’s yours…"

"JJ..." She led my hand to her clit, which I forced off.

"Have I ever needed guidance to make you come before? Hmm?" She shook her head before laying her head against my shoulder. Her body language lighting a fire within me to go faster and deeper, my finger flicking in swift flicks until she was trembling. My favorite motions from her. Knowing she was close. Knowing I was the reason. Fuck, I was close too in knowing that. But I made it last. I thought of anything but how good she was. How wet she was. How deep I was.

"I'm gonna come, JJ!" Her hand wrapped around my dominant wrist. "You're making me come!"

"Yeah?" I retracted from her, turning her to face me. I wanted to watch her desperations. It meant more than my own release. With a hand in her hair and the other projecting two fingers into her sex, easy to penetrate with how she dripped for me, I had one ambition.

"Then give it to me. Stain me with your cum, princess. Let me walk out of here having made you squirt so they all see nobody is better than me....they don't even have to know it's us...but they'll know it's me..."

"JJ! Fuck!"

"Let go. Stop fighting me."

"I don't want it to stop!" Her hands gripped onto my shirt.

"Don't worry, I'm still gonna come inside you...just needed to see you beg for it."

"Please please please, JJ, please..." She spoke in whimpers as she came to that high.

"Come-" Before the entirety of the word could be spoken, she came in spurts.

"Holy shit-" She breathed as I scoffed. "My princess just squirted all over my uniform..." I looked at her to take in her spent expression, "And she STILL wants more?!" She nodded, fingers tightening in the fabric of my shirt.

"I need you to come inside me, JJ!"

"Then make me, sweetheart." She set the pace I would finish, battling against my thrusts for dominance I would only grant when favoring the desperation she had to make me come. Her body moving in waves to mine, her expressions pained in overstimulation but in further need of wanting more. And I gave it to her. As good as I got it.

"Want me to come inside you, you said?"

"Yes JJ!"

"Yeah?"

"YES! Please JJ!”

"Then take it, sweetheart." I brought myself as deeply inside of her as I could before feeling her clench around me in a second release of her own, spilling over me in another cascade.

"JJ-"

"Next time you pull shit like that, flaunting some other kook....you won't get to come..." I threatened, kissing her sweetly to seal yet another moment, before leaving her behind and returning to my side of the island, taking a piece of her while leaving a part of myself, as always.

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sapphic-woes · 1 year

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Howdyyyy, hope you're doing well. Saw that requests were open and wanted to know your thoughts on Eivor in a butch/femme dynamic (if you're cool with it, that is). Like, how would Eivor treat a high femme reader, or even a reader who was as butch as her.

Eivor with a high femme reader...hmm so:

She's always complimenting you. Like she'd be the type to say anything and everything you wear looks good on you. You're the prettiest girl in the world to her, and she'll let you know it every other second of the day.

Piggybacking off of that, Eivor would be very doting. I think she'd be the type to happily follow you around the shopping mall with all your bags. She'd buy you sweets and just grin with a dumb smile as she watches you eat. She's...a simp. Essentially.

Eivor gives me like. Ikea butch yk. Like she'd be the type to build you a shelf and carve you a wooden bird and fix literally everything in the house. I also think she'd be a bit sporty but only with stuff where you have to tackle people or manhandle them to the ground. Like I don't know why but I think she'd let off steam doing like...rugby or wrestling?

Of course she lets you do her own makeup. I don't think Eivor is the kind to never wear makeup if it's modern times, but she definitely doesn't know as much as you do. You'll probably wow her with your skills cuz she only knows enough for like, her own daily routine if that makes sense.

She'd definitely be kinda like a guard dog in a sense. Like you're cute and def turn eyes, but then it's like: "what's that? Boss music...?" And then they just look behind you and Eivor looks like the devil himself.

She buys you lingerie too. If you really like one, you have to make sure you tell her though...cuz nine times out of ten she bought them just to rip them right off you again.

If you're a pillow princess, Eivor loves to see you lie down and have her pleasure you to hell and back. She definitely is the type to tease, and loves it when you hold onto her so tight you scratch her back.

If you aren't, I think Eivor would melt seeing your pretty face smirk as you pleasure her. Better yet if you're a dom femme, I think some degrading words and forcing the Eivor to beg would be the cherry on top to her day.

#eivor x reader #female eivor x reader #f!eivor x reader #female eivor #thank u for the ask♥️#bibi answers #mm ye thats all i got #im not even sure the last two make sense srry i only know sm😭

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finniestoncrane · 2 months

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Me: pfft, whats the point in reading dom!character x reader fics when I’m a domme? Especially when I don’t even know the character that well? Smh

Also me, lonely and repressed loser, reading dom!character x reader fics way too seriously and way too late at night; shaking, crying, throwing up, literally just reading the line “More often than not, Amanda liked to be in control, doling out the pleasure rather than receiving”: SHES JUST LIKE ME FRRRRRRRR!!!!!! WAHHGHHH, WHAT DO YOH HAVE TO SAY NOW….two people idek anymore… who thought it was weird that I don’t like…stimulation at all …but I do like…sex…um...mm…I gotta get evaluated for all mental illnesses but first! Finish the very good Amanda Waller fanfic <3

there is something VERY important about relating to characters and finding your own sexuality and kinks and mannerisms and desires reflected in them so the world doesn't seem as lonely!! i'm glad you found it in my silly little indulgent fic about wanting that absolute BABE of a woman dom my ass stupid lol

i thought about making her a complete stone-butch angel but i want to eat her out so... y'know, my desires won ;-;

also babe there's gotta be people who like doing all the work so they can coddle people like me who like to do NOTHING except make the right noises and be treated like a subby little princess lmaoooo

#friends being friends #anon #finnie basks

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lycanstonebutch · 2 years

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Just what you need

Content Warning/What you’ll find in this writing:

Butch Dom Top w/ specified part (dick), gender neutral pronouns and unspecified parts for the submissive, Clothed sex/dry humping, breeding mention, begging, light primal/feral play, pet play, light impact play, praise/degradation, heats.

The poor prey simply couldn’t help it, they felt the rush of arousal throughout their body. Felt the way their legs wobbled and their crotch ached. How could they help straddling their partner? Their strong dominant butch, who this whole time simply looked over at their pathetic little state with amusement on their face? “Please” the plea is said in such a desperate manner, yet the butch seems unimpressed. “My darling pet, you know to beg better than that don’t you? What’s wrong? Is your little heat brain making it too hard for you to speak? Mh?” As if trying to add to the cruelty of their partner’s situation, the butch slowly dragged their hands alongside the other’s thighs- even scratching softly before giving a quick but soft smack to the side of their submissive’s ass. The whimper heard in response was enough to create a stir in the butch’s pants, something they wanted their needy little mess to find out. So, without wasting time, the butch placed the other right on top of their clothed bulge. “Well?” their voice near resembled a growl by this point and that was all the more reasons for the other to falter and become that much more flustered. “I.. I need you.. please” the voice begging was now breathy and whiny, aching for much more than the slight pressure of their dominant’s cock against their own crotch. Their own arousal was undeniable by now, whether it be by how soaked they were or how cutely they strained against their underwear. “You poor little thing, look at you... your body simply aching to be touched, to be bred full of cum..” the butch looked at their partner as they spoke, slowly leaning closer to whisper into their ear the following words “Hump like the slutty little thing you are,” a chuckle followed by their hands slowly grasping at the other’s hips as if to guide them “if you want to act like an animal in heat then I’ll have to treat you like one, won’t I?” And just like that, the pet couldn’t resist nodding with eagerness. Even opening their mouth to speak, to say how much they want to be treated like so- only to moan as their partner grinds up against them. “Ah-ah, I wasn’t done speaking, darlin’.” a nibble on the prey’s ear, almost hinting at the fact they could be eaten up right here, right now. One wrong disobedient move, and they would fall complete prey to their butch. And for a second, they considered simply giving in to being devoured whole, being taken over and have their flesh tasted and body owned in such a feral way. But as if to bring them back to earth, the butch continues their previous whispers. “Like i said.. I’ll have you hump me.. and maybe if you’re well behaved and cum when I tell you to, I’ll fuck my cum into you until it drips out of you even with my cock still inside you” another buck, followed by another soft yet quick smack to their lover’s ass. Said pet knew better than to waste any seconds, moans filling the room as their hips moved against their partner’s cock. Not enough, it didn’t feel anywhere near the relief they craved but they knew this sensation is all they’d get until their owner’s decision to let them cum. Frustration in the most blissful of ways, held against their lover’s chest as they desperately try to get off. Before feeling the hands of their butch stop their pathetic attempt to cum. Had they noticed? Had they noticed the growing agitation fueled by lust? “Oh? Can a slutty lil mess in heat not get off just from humping? Are you frustrated darlin’? Do you need me to take over?” In near record time, the butch’s partner found themselves pressed onto their stomach down onto the bed, held down against it with their ass held up. “You can’t do anything yourself, can you..? what a poor lil thing you are.... I’ll show you how it’s done” Of course they had, and by consequence their hunger grew that much bigger and so it goes without saying that their prey would be devoured whole.

#asmodeus.writings #nsft #butch nsft #nsft writing #lesbian nsft

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villanevehaus · 1 year

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4, 42, 43 for the butch femme asks <33

HI !!!

4. butch/femme hot take

god these are not hot takes but. femmes arent any less gender-nonconforming than butches. butches aren't inherently top/dom and femmes aren't inherently bottom/sub. dykes are dykes regardless of what theyre wearing ♡

42. what is your favourite thing about being butch/femme?

feels a lil old fashioned but the chivalry ! i like slipping my jacket around her shoulders, holding doors open, offering to hang stuff, learning how she likes to be treated and then treating her well

43. what are your favourite things about butches/femmes?

the liberation. interacting w more butches/femmes in general made me feel about 1000% more confident in being truly myself. im not holding onto aspects of who i "should" be bc it will make me more palatable/desireable/acceptable, im just being myself- and i am accepted for it! desired, even! learning about and SEEING people be vocally, proudly in love with butches and butchness changed how i saw it in myself :)

#ask games #asks #thank u cat :D !!!#butch

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queenboudicaa · 3 years

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From Graham Linehan from The Glinner Update [email protected]

Played The Fool

Sue Donym

Sep 16

I remember my college days studying journalism, which don't seem so long ago, but actually are now, and as a young eighteen year old, a friend gives me something she says explains gender. It is Judith Butler's Gender Trouble. I have heard of this book. People treat it like The Bible. I eagerly open the book and attempt to read it.

I cannot make heads or tails of it. I conclude I simply am not smart enough or well-read enough to understand the religious revelation. I make it to page sixty before giving up, the constant mentions of ‘Althusserian’ and ‘structuralist’ and ‘reifying’ finally defeating me. I don’t feel like any of the book has actually managed to lodge itself in my head.

I give the book back to my friend, and then I pretend to everyone around me that I have read the book. No one figures me out.

When I get older, I realize they all did the same thing.

In my senior year, I win election to student government. I am to represent ‘LGBT’ people. I am proud. I am unaware I am now standing on a cliff, the ground beneath me slowly breaking. I bury my head in the sand as my position becomes increasingly precarious.

I meet with faculty during the first semester. I read through a policy. Suddenly ‘LGBT’ has morphed. It’s ‘LGBTQI+’. I don’t know what the Q and I stand for, let alone that seemingly erroneous plus sign. I am supposed to be the expert, and all these middle-aged people are looking at me to explain the youth speak which is even bedeviling I, the putative youth. I muddle through, using this surprise new acronym, and then I Google it surreptitiously in the meeting. It means ‘Queer’ and ‘Intersex’, and the plus sign appears to be decorative in nature. I wonder what the Q covers that ‘LGBT’ doesn’t, let alone the God-damned plus sign, and I wonder why ‘intersex’ needs to be included at all.

They talk enthusiastically about how everyone has a gender. There are women with penises, men with vaginas. Gender is understood to be how you feel inside. I contort my mind around this way of thinking as best I can. A man is someone who behaves like a man, and a woman is someone who behaves like a woman. That is the working definition you have, even though you paper over it with phrases like ‘identifies as.’

I don’t think about. You can’t. You are told this is how it is, how it has always been, to think otherwise is actually you replicating the kyriarchy, over and over and over again, and you nod and accept it, because you are given this set of facts and told to nod. Pseudoscience justifies it. People talk about ‘brain scans’ and ‘the wrong bodymap’, and ‘indigenous genders’. It’s all conjectural bullshit, but everyone goes along with it.

When I can’t perform the cognitive contortions, I simply don’t acknowledge contradicting evidence. To do so would be to jump off a cliff into an abyss. It is a reflexive thing, unconscious, and its origins lie in the instinct for self-preservation.

Everyone goes along with it. I am a coward, so I accept it and move on. I am twenty two years old, and I don’t know any better, and I want to trust the organizations that say they hold my best interests at heart.

Part of my role on student government was providing student-based pastoral care in my college’s LGBT center. By the time I get there, it’s morphed into the LGBTQI+ Center. I consider myself even-keeled and well-adjusted, perfect to help ‘my people’.

Many of the people that come see me have fairly normal problems. I speak to lecturers about not being homophobic, meet with faculty about LGBTQI issues, and sit through interminably boring student government meetings full of bloviating Young Democrats self-assured about their future self-importance. Increasingly, more people come to speak to me about trans issues. Walking through the center one day, someone assumes I am a ‘pre-hormones trans man’. When I correct them, and say I am a butch lesbian, they suddenly become hostile. I don’t know why, but I feel offended to my very bones about being assumed to be a man.

More and more of my fellow butches suddenly start declaring themselves to ‘truly be men.’ I don’t think about this. You’re not supposed to think about it, or question them, just accept and affirm and acknowledge and adulate their new found authenticity. I get a new package of fliers from an LGBT charity, open them up, and suddenly find that I, simply defined as ‘butch’ (forget the lesbian!) am now supposedly ‘trans’ and under the ‘trans umbrella.’ I call this ridiculous, and loudly.

Someone pulls me aside to ask why I’m being so transphobic.

I meet with a charity group. They have this young woman on staff who declares herself ‘non-binary’ and uses ‘they/them’ pronouns. She does not strike me as gay, and her entire purview of ‘LGBT’ seems to forget the first three letters. She assumes that I am a trans man. When I tell her I am a lesbian, she asks ‘are you sure? Maybe you’ll change your mind’. She then starts talking to me about her boyfriend.

I wonder why this straight girl with dyed hair is telling me what to do on gay issues. What gives her the right?

At the end of the meeting, someone I know from the charity group tells me that ‘Aiden’ is upset I forgot her pronouns. I hadn’t realized. I tell him that this dyed hair fag hag told me I’ll change my mind about being a lesbian. He says that doesn’t excuse messing up Aiden’s pronouns.

The next time I meet Aiden, she keeps calling me ‘he’. She gets upset when I get angry with her.

My student body president sends me a please explain email the next day about upsetting Aiden.

One day in the center, in walks a man in a dress. That’s what I thought in my unfiltered thoughts, before the cognitive dissonance kicks in. But the Aiden experience has taught me a lesson to not speak up. The man uses ~the magical pronouns~, ‘she/her’ and this means he is a woman. He dresses like a prostitute downtown and declares he’s a lesbian.

He says he is a trans woman. But Chloe is different from all the trans women I had met before. They would call themselves ‘gay men gone too far’, tell you hilarious stories, wingman for me at the bar, argue about ‘when Madonna went bad’, arguments that turned into handbag duels at dawn. Many of them were older, and many of them had stories about surviving in a homophobic world, surviving AIDS, dangerous johns, and the joy they felt now, that gay rights had gone somewhere. This man was very different to them.

My hair stands up on the back of my neck every time I deal with ‘Chloe’. It requires conscious effort to make sure I don’t mess up his pronouns, because my brain says that’s ‘a fucking man’, but my cognitive dissonance around the situation and my sense of self-preservation knows that if I don’t call this man a woman I will be in for it. I have seen the results - ‘Chloe’, all six feet of ‘Chloe’, screaming at a fellow trans woman, Clara, half his size, for saying ‘you’re a man honey’. Chloe himself came to me demanding I ban her from the space. I refused.

Clara stops coming into the center. I ask her why, and she says ‘those flipping transvestites, they’re not us.’ Clara never comes back to the center.

None of this thinking about Chloe’s pronouns is conscious. I feel guilty every time my thoughts use the ‘wrong pronouns’. My head is tied up in knots - not something freshman me would have considered, turning up to the center with the goal of getting laid, now trying to smile and put up with this man.

He makes every conversation in there uncomfortable. We relax when he is gone and only homosexuals are in the room.

Suddenly, my straight friends start asking if I’d ‘sleep with a trans woman’. I try laughing this off. One friend gets very insistent, and when I tell him that I wouldn’t consider someone with a dick, he starts wondering if my preferences are ‘rooted in bigotry’. I ask him if he’d sleep with a trans woman. He tells me that no, he’d prefer a woman who can have his children.

I smile and nod, and when the conversation ends, walk out of the room as fast as I can.

Chloe tells us at length about their sexual proclivities. Bondage and leather and ‘being a dom’. Chloe tells us about his lack of luck on lesbian dating apps. I keep to myself that I had ended up setting a height filter to filter out ‘the trannies.’ Nor do I tell him that me and a group of women had made fun of men like him on lesbian dating apps, swapping screenshots and Silence Of The Lambs jokes.

Soon there are more Chloes and fewer women. They all start talking about radical communism, about ‘sex work is work’, ‘cultural appropriation’, and about ‘TERFs’ and how hideous they are. One of them expounds to me at length why I shouldn’t read any feminist works from the seventies, because they hated trans women, and I wouldn’t want to hate trans women, wouldn’t I?

They all behave the same way. I keep getting reports about the Chloes harassing people in the center, particularly young lesbian women. Then there is an influx of ‘Aidens’, straight women declaring themselves to really be gay men. One of them tells me I am ‘appropriating the culture of trans men.’

One day I am in the center, and I look out the glass window of my office. There are a dozen people sitting in the common room of the center, talking animatedly. I realize none of them are lesbian or gay in the actual sense of the word. I feel uncomfortable, but I cannot articulate why I feel such discomfort.

One of the Chloes knocks on my door. This one wears a pink tube top and a pencil skirt. I am strongly reminded of Buffalo Bill. He asks me out for coffee. I decline. He asks why, as I am single. I say that I am busy that day. He tries asking for another day. I say I am playing club football that day. He keeps trying to cajole me. Eventually I dispense with the politeness and tell him I am not interested in him. He shouts at me that I am transphobic and leaves.

A few hours later, my phone blows up. His friends are calling me transphobic for not being interested in him. It’s just one date, they say. One little coffee. You might like it. You don’t know. Your last girlfriend dressed the same. You need to unlearn your genital preferences.

I think to myself my last girlfriend was a foot shorter and had a vagina, but I don’t say anything. I ignore the messages. He is allowed boundaries. I am not.

I am sitting in a class. It’s on sexual histories, a class I took to broaden my horizons from my journalism degree. I try not to think of the student loan I’ll be incurring from taking it.

Strangely enough, it is perhaps the first blow to the self-imposed contortions of my thoughts. The professor starts his lecture by pronouncing that sexual orientation is, in fact, a social construct. He explains that the word ‘homosexuality’ did not exist until the 19th century, and thus, homosexuals are a creation of repressive Victorian sexuality. I find this theory strange. I had grown up in the ‘born this way’ era, to be sure, but my homosexuality seemed biological, instinctual, basal to my very way of being. A powerful attraction to women came to me as naturally as breathing, or seeing, or farting inappropriately on the second date. Yet here was this man telling me, that in fact, my perceptions were merely constructs based on my surroundings.

It seemed strange to me. Someone from the class, notorious for asking questions, puts his hands up and asks about the Romans - you see, he is a student of the classics, and he remarks that the Romans knew of homosexuals. The professor gravely informs in that in fact the Romans were aware of a ‘behavior’, and that as ‘homosexual’ as a word did not exist at the time, there were no homosexuals. Only behaviors, that we codify and understand on a cultural basis.

This made less sense to me than before. It made even less sense to me when someone else asks about trans people. The professor remarks that ‘trans people have always existed’.

Yet homosexuals were invented by the first sexologists, rather than through self-definition? We had to have heterosexuals invent us, as other, first?

I am sitting with some gay friends, and one of them complains about the focus on trans issues when we still don’t have same-sex marriage federally yet. We talk about our disappearing spaces, and I voice that sometimes I am the only lesbian out of thirty people sitting in the LGBTQI+ student center (it had been renamed). I think of it in terms of getting laid - because suddenly all the ‘lesbians’ in the center had penises. It happened so quickly that it was easy to notice. I went to a lesbian group, and it was a sausage fest I made up an excuse to leave. The Chloes moved in, and the lesbians instantly left. I feel constantly uncomfortable, watched, stared at, envied. The Chloes all talk about their genitalia and violent pornography at length, in public, and it makes me feel gross and dirty, and I start to dislike most of them.

I post on my Tinder that I’m not into penis. I log in the next day to find out my account has been banned. Tinder never gives me a straight answer as to why I was banned.

I finish out my term on student government. I don’t run again. I’m a senior. I finish my degree and hurry off to the real world. One of the Chloes takes my place as ‘LGBTQI+ students representative’.

It is the one who tried getting me to go out on a date with him. He makes me feel uncomfortable throughout the whole handover.

I am upset, because he will destroy everything I worked for.

I go to the gay bar with some friends. But when we go, we feel like the only homosexuals in the whole god-damn bar. It’s full of people with dyed hair. A man in a dress tries grinding on me, and when I turn around and tell him no, he calls me ‘transphobic towards trans femmes’. When I declare I am a butch lesbian, people ask if I am a ‘TERF’. I don’t know what a ‘TERF’ is, other than ‘terfs’ are bad. I have been told terfs are bad, so it has to be true right? I don’t want to be a bad person.

I try going to other gay events, and suddenly I am outnumbered. Me, a few older lesbians, and some gay men huddle in a corner of spaces we once proudly called our own, as the Chloes and the Aidens declare it their own - and even worse, that they are just the same as us. It is unnerving, and they no longer feel like safe spaces for me. Gradually, we all stop going. There were no more gay people in the gay space.

I have a lesbian friend. She tells me excitedly about a first date. She meets them in a quirky coffee shop. It is a trans woman twice her size. When she tells the trans woman that she’s not interested, they lose it at her in the coffee shop, calling her a transphobic bigot and screaming and shouting and threatening to hit her.

She tells me, because she knows I don’t tell people things. But she cannot say anything in public. She’ll be transphobic. So she keeps it to herself, and this man gets to continue preying on women who think they’re safe, catfishing, coercing and abusing them.

To say otherwise gets you labelled a terf. And terfs are bad. Why are terfs bad? Don’t ask. Just accept that terfs are bad. Terfs hurt trans women, and you wouldn’t want to do that, would you?

Eventually, my friend hears of her date doing it to someone else. She writes a call out post, saying that you shouldn’t hide important facts about yourself on dating sites. She gets called a terf for saying that ‘lesbians don’t have dicks’, and being verbally abused in public was the rational response of an oppressed person to oppression. It’s a scarlet letter, and she is branded with it. I am a coward and I do not speak up in public. I hate myself. I am thinking of my personal prospects, and not my friend, and not my people. Because if I speak up, I can kiss the career I dream about goodbye. I fear that scarlet letter being branded on my forehead.

I tell my friend in private that I support her. But I daren’t say that in public.

I daren’t ask questions.

One day, I am aimlessly browsing the internet at work. I have written enough copy to cover my ass for the next few weeks. I wait until my boss leaves for the afternoon, and wait out the rest of the day mindlessly scrolling. I see a post in an LGBTQI+ students group on Facebook I’ve forgotten to leave. It’s a troll post, which is apparently ‘terf rhetoric’. The link is still there, and the comments are blowing up, united in performative outrage.

I click the link . I find myself laughing at the description of ‘men in dresses’. To these ‘terfs’, a man has a penis, and a woman has a vagina. Anyone saying otherwise is a damned fool. It seems such an easy way to think about it. I mean, what is a woman, anyway? It doesn’t seem evil, wicked or bad. It seems… sensible.

Finding out more about this new way of thinking becomes addicting. I keep my scrolling through it on my phone. I have always had a fondness for reading people being harshly critical about anything, and now I have an endless source of it, articulating things I knew instinctually but could never find the words to verbalize, could never find the courage to verbalize. I wonder if I am being radicalized - images of ISIS radicalizing fighters over the internet run through my head. But everything seems to make so much sense. I am no longer contorting my thoughts around the desires of others, but thinking freely, observationally, openly, fearlessly.

It felt like my mind had freed itself from chains, chains placed upon it all those years ago, when that naïve eighteen year old who wanted to get laid tried reading Gender Trouble.

The gunk on my mind slowly unclogged. My way of thinking suddenly changed. I was no longer denying what my eyes saw in front of me. No, now I saw things as they were. There was no more contorting my way of thought. For the first time in a long time, I felt clear-headed.

One of the links I clicked in my flurry was a link to Dr. Ray Blanchard’s paper on ‘autogynephilia’. I read it, and finally, I had an explanation. Homosexual transsexuals. And ‘autogynephiles.’ The two types of his famous and controversial typology.

‘Autogynephiles’ - men who had a sexual fetish for ‘being a woman’, a fetish for an alter-ego female self, a fetish for our bodies, our minds, our souls, our experiences. All reduced to jerk-off fodder for some blockhead man.

It explained why they were so desperate for lesbians to date them. They needed us for validating their sexual fetish. Our lives and experiences, our spaces, our dating apps, our culture, our media, our websites, every breath we took, as far as they were concerned, needed to be focused on validating them. Because otherwise, the fantasy was ruined! This straight man would not be able to jerk off over ‘being a lesbian!’. We were not people, we were non-player-characters in their video game. Actresses in pornography, extras in a film where they were the protagonist, and we were off script. We weren’t fully-formed people, with our own desires, we were things, objects, film props.

The entire gay movement, from the lesbians to the gays, to the homosexual transsexuals, reduced to nothing props in some straight man’s sexual fantasy. That’s all we were to them, ultimately.

And I was expected to go along with it?! We were all expected to go along with it?

Not only that, I had gone along with it. I had advocated for this.

What had I done?

Every moment you come close, every moment you start thinking something isn’t right, you start feeling a little foolish.

Of course this is fine. Everyone is telling me so. The media, the public, the people around you. No one voices concerns. When you have them, you don’t say anything, because no one else is, and because you are a coward.

You feel a little foolish because this is foolish. Saying some women have penises is foolish. You know it is foolish, from the minute that idiot phrase leaves your mouth, to the minute it dances across your tongue, to the minute your nerves send the signal to your larynx to make the required movements to produce the very sounds. But, you think, you are no fool.

You are no fool, you think, when someone says ‘biological women have XY chromosomes’, or that it’s okay for a man on the college track team to identify as a woman and take a place on the woman’s track team. You know that’s not right. But everyone else is going along with it, and you are no fool, and you shouldn’t feel foolish, because everyone says this is the right thing to do, the right side of history, doing right by an oppressed minority, so you go along with it.

You are frightened of realizing you are a fool. So too, is everyone around you. No one likes being played the fool, no one likes realizing they were sold a pack of lives as a naïve eighteen year old looking for other gay people. And no one plays you for a fool. And thus the dance continues, everyone one too frightened to admit that, perhaps, we are all fools, believing in something physically impossible, no different to the bible-banging megachurch attendee, with our owns chants, our own magic words, ritual knowledge, and ability to be born again. We are smart. We liberal. We are on the right side of history. We couldn’t be believing in something that isn’t scientifically backed. We’re smarter than that. We’re not fools.

And when it finally gets too much, and you drift over to the cliff’s edge, the cliff that you can see the bottom of, the cliff you know you can’t come back from, you pull away. Because to go over it would to be to admit that you’ve been played the fool. No one likes that feeling, the shame, the embarrassment, the horror, the fear. What lies over that cliff is exile, a scarlet letter, fear and hatred and nasty women who just want trans women dead.

What lies beyond that cliff is a realization that you have been used. You have been used by something greater than yourself, to push medication on children. You have been used by straight men to participate in their sexual fetish without your consent. Your entire community, rendered a jerk-off prop for some straight man over night, and you were told that objecting was ‘transphobic’. You have been used to spread homophobia beyond your comprehension, to take part in the destruction of your own community, and you were told this was right and good.

To realize this, to acknowledge it, to move on and try and forge something better, that takes true strength of character. To realize this, to deny it, and obfuscate what you are doing, that I can understand. I too, was once a coward. I too, did not want to believe what my eyes told me was sitting in front of me. That cliff is scary, and to jump off it seemingly lies nothing but social death.

But eventually something pushes you over, without your consent. You realize you have been played the fool, because finally, something so gratuitous occurs that you must. Even the greatest cowards will eventually be blown off the cliff. The music will stop, and the dance will end, and you will finally feel the shame, the embarrassment, the horror, the fear, the guilt.

Because no one likes being played for a fool.

Perhaps, then, it is best to get this over and done with now, while you still have dignity to defend.

Some details have been changed to protect the identities of those concerned.

#radical feminism #radical feminists #transwomen #transwomens bodies look awfully similar to mens bodies #radfem #radfem community #graham glinner #butch #lesbian #lgbt #lgb

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bigoltrashpile · 4 years

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Hi! It was my birthday today (Aug 1st) and I want to treat myself with this request~! May I request that same Gentleman S/o (Male Parts/Pronouns, maybe some Sirs too~?) from a bit back as a Gentle Dom Top with Butch as Bottom? They’re so gentle it’s almost teasing. Too much teasing, as they hold down Butch and whisper sweet nothings in his ear as Butch begs to be pounded? Have fun and take liberties with this request, I trust you get the vibes I’m going for~ Thank you for letting me send early!

Sorry this is late, but happy birthday three days ago!!!!! I hope I do this okay, enjoy!!! Smut below the cut obviously, so minors begone

It was always so much fun to tease Butch. Surprisingly, it wasn’t hard! He was such a big flirt, he never had any problems dishing it out. But boy oh boy, he could NOT take it. Even just calling him your darling or calling him handsome always made his face a bright, adorable red!

He was the same in bed, too.

When you and Butch had first got together, your lovely boyfriend had insisted on taking the top in bed. You were fine with that! He was a good dom! But...you had a deep seated need to make him into a whining mess beneath you. So, one day, you had gently taken the reins.

Turns out, Butch loved it.

Now, you were almost always on top, unless Butch really needed some stress relief. And both of you were super happy with that! Especially Butch, when you praised him, even if he would never admit it.

That’s how you supposed you got in this situation. Over the past half hour, you had very, very gently tied Butch up with beautiful silk ropes. He had his hands tied above his head, the ropes looping through his radius and ulna, around his ribs, making a star pattern around his spine. His legs were tied spread eagle with a second rope, looped through his leg bones just like his arms. Your boyfriend was sweating and panting as you tied the final knots through the holes in his pelvis. So far, the friction against his most sensitive bones was driving him crazy.

“f-fuck, please, fuckin’ do somethin’!” he whimpered, trying to sound tough. However, his voice was around an octave higher than usual.

You raised an eyebrow playfully. “Please what?”

Butch’s face turned even redder, if that was possible. Stars, you loved how his blush always extended almost all the way down to his first ribs. “p-please...sir?”

You grinned and kissed his sharp teeth. “Good boy~”

A pathetic whine escaped from Butch’s throat, and he shut his eyes tight. It was always so cute when he got so flustered from the smallest compliments!

You kissed his vertebrae, grazing his teeth gently along the most sensitive bones. Butch threw his head back and tugged against his restraints. “oh fuck,” he moaned. “fuck, right there, doll, please!”

You pulled away, making Butch whine. “Am I doll right now?”

Butch growled a little. “ngh, no sir, now please fuck me!”

“Mm, I don’t know,” you mused teasingly, tapping your chin with your finger. “I think I want to enjoy my good boy for a little while longer~”

You slowly, slowly traced your fingers along his ribs, taking your special care to pay attention to each one. You whispered praise and encouragement to a squirming Butch. After a moment, you scraped your nails gently along the underside of his ribcage, which made him moan like a whore and throw his head back.

“Oh, you make such pretty sounds,” you praised. “I love hearing you moan for me~”

“fuck, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease,” Butch pleaded. “please sir, i need ya to fuck me, please!”

You grinned and kissed him happily. Butch immediately deepened the kiss, tongue fighting with yours for dominance. You pulled away after a moment, making Butch whine.

“Well, how can I say no to such pretty begging?” you asked. Finally, you took off your pants to reveal your aching cock. Butch almost immediately started drooling at the sight. “Now make a pussy for me please~”

Butch whimpered but obeyed, forming a beautiful dripping pussy. Already, a puddle started to form on the sheets below his hips. Obviously he was worked up.

You gently ran your cock up and down his slit, gathering his slick on the head of your member. Butch moaned a little as you grazed against his clit. “Are you ready for me?” you asked.

“fuck yeah, i’ve been ready for hours!” Butch pleaded.

“We haven’t even been doing this for hours!” you laughed.

“i don’t care, just fuck me!”

You laughed a little and pushed just the tip inside of him. Fuck, even just that little bit felt so good! He was so tight and wet and hot!

“fuck, you’re so big, ya feel so good!” Butch moaned. He tugged against the ropes, but they held firm.

You kept pushing, making sure to go nice and slow. “You feeling good?” you panted.

“fuck yeah, more! please, sir!” Butch pleaded.

“Good boy~ Almost there, be good, okay?”

“With one final thrust, you were finally all the way inside of him. His walls squeezed around you exquisitely, and you shuddered above him. “Mm, fuck, so tight,” you praised. “You feel so good, baby~”

“ngh, you too, so fuckin’ big, so deep!” Butch moaned pathetically.

“Are you ready for me to move?” you asked.

“fuck yeah, please! please move!”

You grinned and started thrusting in and out, going nice and slow. With every push, you did your best to go as far as possible, making sure that your skeletal boyfriend could feel every inch of you. You sped up after a moment, but not by much. You just couldn’t help yourself, he felt so good!

“fuck, please, pound me like a slut,” Butch begged. “harder!”

“No, I promised I would treat you gentle, and so I will,” you smiled gently. Just to tease him, you gave one harsh thrust before going back to your gentle one.

With one hand, you very carefully started to rub Butch’s clit, nice and gentle, just to add to the stimulation that you were already giving him. Butch whimpered and squirmed beneath you. It was almost cute!

While still rubbing his clit, you went a little faster, still going as deep as you could. You could feel Butch’s walls squeezing you incredibly tight as he got closer and closer. “Are you close?” you asked.

“f-fuck, yeah, i-i’m gonna cum,” Butch whimpered. His voice sounded more desperate than you were sure anyone else had ever heard him before. “p-please?”

“Of course, cum for me, baby boy,” you told him. “Please cum, I want to feel you~”

Butch immediately obeyed, walls fluttering deliciously around you as a fresh wave of slick dripped out of Butch’s hole. It felt so good that it only took a few more thrusts for you to come as well, your seed shooting deep inside of him.

Butch moaned at the feeling and squeezed tighter around you. After a long moment, you collapsed on top of Butch, exhausted. “Wow...that was amazing!”

“fuck yeah it was,” Butch agreed, also out of breath. “stars, yer too sweet, ya know that?”

You grinned and kissed him on the teeth. “Nah, I’m just the right amount for you! Now let’s get you out of these ropes.”

Butch nodded. “stars, the one in my pelvis is gonna be torture.”

You laughed a bit. “Maybe I can make you cum again just from that~”

Butch groaned. “fuck, please don’t.”

“You can’t stop me, you’re all tied up~”

#my garbage #writing #osha violation #sans #sans x reader #butch #undertale #undertale imagines #mafiatale #mafiafell

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just-a-creep-babe · 4 years

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Matchup!

Commissioned by @poweranon thank you so much luv, I hope you enjoy <33

~Requests are closed~

Masterlist: x

I match you with: Homicidal Lui

It’s no secret homeboy’s an absolute sweetheart

Or at least, half of him is skdjdhskl

And around someone he loves?

Whew boy, this mans will treat you right 😤👌

You’re quick to catch his attention from the beginning ngl

Because, not only are you pretty out there, but he also thinks you’re stunning

Your long & wavy hair, your cute facial features, your sense of style—hell, even just the shape of you & how you’re the cutest height has his heart throbbing in his stitched-up chest :”)

Boy’s not necessarily shy, but he is a bit of wallflower

So he’s absolutely elated when you come up and talk to him cause he’s not used to being seen like that, y’know?

And when he gets to know you, he sees how friendly & patient & kind & forgiving you are and he’s just?? Already madly in love????

Despite being a wallflower, he‘s been in a good amount of relationships before the whole incident

So he does know what it takes to woo someone, and he isn’t shy when it comes to romantic interests and dates and such uwu

Btw this mans? A total hopeless romantic

The first date, he brings you flowers, offers up his scarf if you’re cold, opens every door for you—the whole shebang

He’s super caring & considerate & kind—an absolute sweetheart ngl <3

You can tell he clearly likes you, and he’s pretty serious about wanting a good relationship with you

The only obstacle that comes in your way is, well, Sully

Lui warns you as soon as he can about his other... less pleasant side, and he tries to reassure you beforehand in case Sully does or says something that might hurt or upset you

And the first few times you do meet Sully, things ends up... actually not too bad, all things considered

Sully’s mad protective of Lui, in his own way, so he ends up grilling you a bit and testing your patience & boundaries to see if you’re a good fit for him

He knows you mean a lot to Lui though, and he doesn’t wanna ruin what the two of you have, so he doesn’t take anything to the extreme

He just kinda acts like an annoying shit, but hey, it’s nothing you can’t handle ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Homeboy’s mad relieved things went well after you meet his other half skdjskdjls

And after a while of seeing you & getting used to you, you and Sully actually end up getting along really well?

Like,, y’all just vibe

It’s almost surprising to see Sully develop deeper feelings for someone like he does with you

You end up being his sort of partner in crime, where y’all do a bunch of dumb & impulsive stuff and it’s way too much fun

It also tends to be a lil dangerous too skdjdhsl

But there’s no actual threat becuz Sully would never let you get hurt—he‘s just as protective of you as he is of Lui uwu

And every time Lui finds out what the two of you did—whether by remembering himself, you telling him, or just seeing some kind of mess y’all left behind, he gets worried

He tries to strongly urge you not to do anything like that again, but he knows you’re impulsive and you are safe with Sully, so he Pretends He Does Not See

He’s just a concerned bf, what can I say?

Both appreciate your ride-or-die kinda loyalty so 👏damn 👏much 👏 you have no idea

Lui because it reassures him that no matter how fucked up he might be, he knows you’ll stay by his side

His only concern is that he might end up being toxic for you, especially if you can’t cut him off if it does reach that point, but that only motivates him so much more to treat you right

And Sully appreciates it cause he knows you’re the real deal, babey ;)

He doesn’t want you leaving Lui or him and hurting him, so he’s damn happy you’re the type to stick around :>

And both boys are also definitely hardcore ride-or-dies as well, so y’all make quite the team 👀

Despite that, no one’s perfect, and no relationship is either, so you do have your fights

Mostly with Sully, who sometimes doesn’t know any better & takes things too far

But point is, they’ve seen you get mad, and they’ve regretted it BIG TIME

Sully actually ended up apologizing once—a no bullshit I-know-I-was-wrong-and-I’m-sorry apology—which is saying A LOT

Because that boy? Never once in his life admitted he was wrong

And he did it for you, completely acknowledging what he did and that he hurt you and everything??

Even Lui, to this day, is a lil Shook tbh

Other than that, no matter how optimistic Lui tries to be, he can & does get discouraged just with how life is & everything that’s happened to him

So honestly, you always believing there’s good in the world, and especially good in him, really just makes him unspeakably happy

He‘s super humble he has the privilege of calling you his <33

You bring so much joy & positivity & excitement to his life—he doesn’t know what he’d do without you :”)

Sully doesn’t really care much for that hopeful mushy-gushy stuff, as he calls it, but it goes without saying that he really loves you too

Even if he sometimes doesn’t wanna admit it when he’s being a lil shit smdh

And he especially adores how you aren’t afraid to be who you are, even if you are contradictory uwu

He likes that depth & complexity; loves himself a lady who can see broader perspectives and consider both sides of the same coin 😏👌

Honestly, this boy (these boys??) really love you so damn much, it’s insane

They never thought they’d be able to trust & love again like they do for you

There’s no pressure to always crack jokes around them either, because they’re more than happy to just kick back & relax with you in their arms for some nice peace & quiet 😌👌

And they certainly don’t want you feeling like you need to keep up a facade around them—they just want you to be happy & safe & comfortable with them :”)

They’ll do their best to encourage you when it comes to your studies

But if you don’t wanna keep pursuing that field of education, they’ll gladly offer up their help to get you on a path you’ll be content with

Money,, kind of isn’t an issue when you’re with them 👀

Sully steals from his victims skdhlsl

Last but not least, Lui likes texting to keep up with the people he cares for

Which is understandable because, let’s be real, boy’s paranoid something bad’s gonna happen since that is a recurring theme in his life :/

So he will text you a lot and he’ll be over the moon if you text back

He’ll get worried if you don’t, but he also knows you’re kinda bad at it & it’s not your fault & you’re prolly fine

You might have to reassure him that you’re not getting randomly stabbed and you can take care of yourself every now & then

But even then, he might just like,,, secretly check up on you without your knowledge to reassure himself that you are safe skdjdjsk

Boy just doesn’t wanna lose the light of his life, yknow?

Like I said, a very loving & concerned bf uwu

NSFW

Alright so Lui is very much so also a switch

And if you wanna take charge in the bedroom, that’s more than fine by him 😏👌

He looks sO damn fine all tied up, whining and trying to buck up into your hands if you wanna tease him a lil 👀

He’s also a bit of a masochist, so feel more than free to pull his hair, bite him & smack him around a bit 👅💦

If you mark him up, he’ll go feral

You can get as rough or as slow & teasing as you like—baby boy can take it all~ 😏🤤

All he asks is that you cuddle up with him afterwards and tell him he did a good job & that you love him while playing with his hair or gently kissing his forehead :3:

This mans loves dat soft aftercare so damn much 💕

If you let him take control, he’ll be more on the sweet & intimate side

The chances of him getting rough are slim to none—like he doesn’t really wanna mark you up or anything because he’s scared of hurting you :<

He’d rather leave feather light touches over your skin, worshiping your body and praising every inch of you instead uwu

Don’t get me wrong though, he’s still perfectly fine with getting a lil kinky ;)

He’s more than willing to tie you up and trying new toys & positions, but his hard limits involve anything that might hurt or degrade you

Sully, on the other hand, is almost the polar opposite

He loves having control and has absolutely no issue getting rough & leaving plenty of marks

If you wanna dom Sully, you might have to work for it a lil 😏😉

He’s not opposed to being submissive, he just tends to naturally dom more—and even when he is submissive, he’s a huge brat

You can slap him around as much as you like & tease him to death, but he’ll still lie there, panting and clearly very much so needy, asking if that’s all you got~

And he won’t admit it but he also enjoys some affectionate aftercare too uwu

Since Lui knows his other half tends to get sadistic, he’ll make sure you have at least one (1) safeword

And he’ll make sure Sully knows what it is & respects it

Sully wouldn’t cross boundaries on purpose, but Lui’s just a bit wary of his other half sometimes

Which is understandable honestly 👁👄👁

When he notices the marks his other half left, Lui won’t be able to help but feel guilty

He knows he didn’t technically do it, but in a way, it still is him

And he knows Sully wouldn’t take things too far, what with the safeword and all, so it definitely is consensual, but still, boy will just feel Bad™️

So he’ll be extra loving & caring the next time y’all do the do

And he’ll kiss over the bites and scratches, murmuring how beautiful you are and how much he loves you while slowly stroking your skin, his hips evenly rolling against yours, hitting your pelvis with every slow, soft thrust~

He’s totally the type to set a romantic mood, too

Rose petals, soft lighting and smooth background music are a regular occurrence tbh

Boy just wants to show you how much he loves & appreciates you <33

Also, Lui tends to enjoy your cottage core fem style while Sully digs the aggressive butch style

So if ya wanna get them riled up a lil, you can just dress the part and hint at sex the slightest bit—rubbing up against them or grinding yourself onto their lap when they’re holding you—and they’ll almost immediately pop one

They’re too easy to tease~

Sully will flat out deny how easily you get him riled up, but he won’t release his hold on your hips, keeping you pressed against the very evident bulge in his pants 🥴👌

While Lui will just get flustered before wrapping his arms around you and evenly trying to rock back up into you while quietly moaning & gasping against your neck 🤤

At the end of the day, both boys just wanna make you feel good~

They’re more than happy to go down on you whenever you need it—your wish is their command~ 💋✨

Besides Lui’s hard limits, both are down for pretty much anything & will gladly experiment with different things if you wanna spice things up a bit 👅💦

But chances are, things are already spicy enough as is because, after all, it does takes quite a lot to satiate two people in the same body 😉💋

#creepypasta #creepypasta matchup #homicidal lui #matchup #fanfic commission

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n0stalgic-g4y · 4 years

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So my partner is a stone butch and I don’t really know how to take care of her after sex.. I’ve never been with someone who’s stone so like pls help 🥺

The first thing I did before anything even happened was ask what are your boundaries. I know it’s your lower back and pelvic area, but how down to where can I touch? Can I touch your thighs? Where does the “no zone” end? Even if we’re just cuddling, it I notice my hand is too low, I promptly move it. Even if she doesn’t say anything. Sometimes I don’t notice my hands are in a certain area, and she’ll say “careful”, to which I promptly move and leave it at that. My wife and I are into BDSM so after sessions, I always ask her if she’s okay. I make sure to assure her I’m okay during sessions as well, that way she knows any tears or cries are from pleasure. If y’all are into anything like that, make sure you have a safe word regardless of who is the dom/top. After sessions, or really sex in general, cuddles can also work wonders because it can be tiring for both parties. Make sure she drinks water, and maybe eats a snack depending on how long/extreme y’all went. Cute kisses on the forehead and back rubs are also a good option. Whether she’s a stone butch top or bottom, this can all still apply. Every person is different. Just make sure to ask her what her dos and donts are. What are her limits, both hard and soft. Especially since she’s stone. At the end of the day, it just comes down to respecting boundaries and learning what makes her feel good. Don’t feel bad about not being able to touch her in that manner. Don’t feel bad about wanting to make her cum, but you can’t. My wife gets off just by using a strap, pleasing me, and seeing my overall reaction to her. 9/10 times your girl will get off in her own way. Just love her and respect her requests. Treat her the same as any other girlfriend, just respect her boundaries

#stone butch #advice #i hope this helps!#aftercare

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adelheidvonschicksal · 5 years

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Alpha!Midoriya x F!Omega!Reader | Late Bloomer

May I please have a so-called beta Izuku (dormant alpha) having his first ever rut sending his omega fem s/o into heat then things seriously escalate to NSFW territory from there? Maybe Izuku's hormone (testosterone) levels increased after winning a fight causing him to present (just a theory on why). Beta x omega would be taboo in omegaverse right? I also could totally see Izuku as a late blooming alpha. Thank U~

Warnings: fluff mostly! NSFW! It’s not noncon this time I swear! Dom!Deku

Hand holding with your boyfriend was your favorite part of walking to school together. You always were comforted with his fingers intertwined with your own. It made you more than content. You knew it was odd to others that you felt that way about a beta, but there was just something about having a sweet boyfriend who doted on you regardless of whether he had a strong scent or a knot.

Today, you were also feeling extra cuddly. You crooned and cuddled into his side, rubbing your scent into him as you buried your head to get any amount of his freshly cut grass scent in your nose. You cradled his arm against your chest, pulling fitfully while he blushed and stammered at the treatment and odd looks the two of you received.

Midoriya knew you couldn’t help your behavior though. For some reason, you tended to rub up against things around the same time every few months ever since you were pre-teens. It was a nightmare for your parents since you’d go around doing it to other kids, hugging them for far too long in a vice-like grip. He finally figured out why early on in your relationship though when you suddenly stopped attaching to friends and family and solely stuck to using him as your plush toy.

The overdose of affection was just a sign that your heat would come in a few days. It wasn’t unheard of for omegas and alphas to have pre-heat and rut signs: cramps, heat flashes, increased aggression, possessiveness, or nothing at all. He was just lucky that you had clingy. Even without being an alpha, he could really get behind this side of your omeganess. It was just so cute!

However, it was still a prelude to a bittersweet time that he didn’t know exactly how to feel about. Midoriya loved how sweet and needy you got for him when usually you were fairly independent. How you would cuddle him and run your hands through green hair. He couldn’t get enough when the two of you finally got alone.

Then, there was the leeward side of your heat.

The one where you doubled over in pain if you went without suppressants. It never seemed like he could properly satisfy you enough to kick you out of your heat early. It wasn’t that his size was the problem, he was surprisingly well-endowed in that department for a beta, or your pleasure since you always cried and spasmed around him each time, but rather his lack of a knot. Then, he was afraid that having sex might only serve to make your heat stall and last longer. So, you had to power through until it naturally declined and disappeared.

Midoriya couldn’t stand those days. It made him feel useless, and he couldn't really figure out what made you sign on for that when you started dating him at first. Two years later though, you were still here and cuddling into his side blissfully.

You had arrived at school early and decided to head to the canteen for breakfast. Your table was empty as you awaited the rest of your friend group to show up, but that didn’t matter to you since you were too busy feeling up a flustered bean and snuggling into his hair like he was your personal catnip.

“Deku~ you’re so flufffyyy,” you giggled as his hand shook around his spoon, milk and cereal spilling back into the bowl. You weren’t the only one who noticed the behavior as two burly older boys spotted you from the table over, amusedly watching the display of an omega in obvious pre-heat mode.

“(N-Name)-chan, you need to calm down, we’re at school,” he stammered, blush intensifying.

“No,” you cooed and licked his cheek, and he had to stop himself from falling over the edge of his seat in his embarrassment.

A laugh could be heard from the next table over. “Having trouble over there, buddy?” the taller of the two boys asked.

”Don’t let her jump you now! No still means no for omegas, too,” the other jokingly added.

“N-No, it’s fine!” Midoriya answered, pushing you down a little to stop you from climbing on top of him right there. “I got it covered.”

The two laughed, and the shorter one decided to invite himself over to your table to strike up a conversation or perhaps enjoy breakfast and a show. He stops though upon closer inspection. Your scent dominated over Midoriya, his completely erased with your own.

A scowl etched at his lips. “Are you two dating?”

“Mhm,” you hummed and inhaled deeply over Midoriya’s scent gland, too preoccupied to worry about the slight sneer the question was asked with.

“That’s just precious,” he said with a soft smile in your direction. Izuku smiled weakly and rubbed the back of his head, feeling a bit shy about the compliment until he opened his mouth again to mockingly state, “You must be the sweetest little omega to want to cozy up to a beta like that.”

Izuku tensed, smile dropping to a scowl. You followed suit, holding onto him, but your expression was less than friendly. Your good mood ruined.

The taller alpha tilted his head, furrowing his brows, his eyes squinting in thought. “No wonder she’s going crazy, she’s probably starving on beta cock,” he thought out loud, a genuinely confused personification of the “but why tho” meme, then addressed Midoriya, “Do you even know what to do with her?” he asked curiously.

”It’s none of your fucking business, piss off,” you grunted, hoping they’d drop the subject.

“We don’t mean anything by it, we just wanted to make sure you’re getting treated right,” the other says matter-of-factly, saving a softer tone for you than the scornful one he held for Midoriya.

It didn’t matter whether they meant offense or not. They caused it immediately when Midoriya pursed his lips and went quiet as he retreated into his own head.

You pouted, heart aching and anger growing at the way your boyfriend bowed his head. His hands clenched at his pants legs, and his teeth sunk hard into his bottom lip. You hugged your arms around his waist and settled your chin on his shoulder. “Just ignore him, Izu, he’s just jealous that the only action he’s getting is with his hand,” you say, throwing a sharp glare at him.

“What did you say to me, omega?”

Midoriya scowled. He clenched his fist as their attention directed towards you. He could deal with himself getting harassed, he’s had years of training in that department dealing with Katsuki and the other kids in middle school, but—

“You heard me, knothead. No one invited you over here in the first damn place,” you mouthed off again and gave a low growl.

—he was never one to let someone else get bullied or unfairly talked down to, especially not his girlfriend.

“Who the hell do you think you’re bucking at?”

“You, fuckface. Now back off before I lose my fucking temper.”

“Seriously, you want to fight? You have to be kidding me, your parents must be fucking dying at having a butch omega for a kid, no wonder you can't get an alpha,” he spats, and it’s the threatening growl that sets Deku off. He stood in front of you, arm held out low where you sat.

“Who do you think you are—talking to her like that! You don’t know anything about (Name) and don’t deserve to. You’re angry, acting out because you’re afraid to see people not feeding your ego by following your rules, and you can’t face the fact that no matter what you are; at the end of the day she still wouldn’t choose someone like you!”

You scowled behind Midoriya, glaring down at the intrusive alpha the same way Izuku did. There was a silence in the air for the few tables around you as they looked on, ready to see any sort of fight.

A fight is what they got when the resounding hit of a punch rang out, and you jumped up with a gasp as Midoriya stumbled back, clutching his hand to his nose. “Deku!”

“I’m fine!” he growled, swiping the back of his hand to wipe the blood away from the wound given to him. “It didn’t hurt!”

“You felt nothing yet, runt!” he spat and geared up to punch Midoriya again to show him how much his punches “didn’t hurt”.

You knew Deku was much smaller in frame than some of the other guys. You were a bit worried when green eyes met yours, but you had to remind yourself that even though he was small, he had muscles under that uniform blazer and could fuck someone up if need be, and everything burning inside him at once told him it was needed, much more so than usual as he blocked the punch and tackled down his rival.

Midoriya won’t deny the satisfying feeling and rush of power when his fist contacted bone and cartilage. It all went blank then. He ran on pure instinct, blocking out the yells and jeers around him. He kept enough sense to not use his quirk, but that didn’t slow him down from fighting with his own strength even after a hit broke through his barrage and nailed him in the face. Caught off guard, he was flipped over onto his back, becoming the submissive fighter now.

“Izuku!” you called to him, and his heart raced as you got closer to tear the bigger boy off him. You grabbed under one of his arms and moved to pin down the other, but his elbow came back mid-punch and nailed you in the cheek, and you backed off with a hissed, “Shit.”

You didn’t seem obviously hurt or much fazed by the hit other than your shock, but it didn’t matter when you got touched, when this asshole thought he could get away with that, to Midoriya’s omega.

Midoriya growled and thrusted the alpha off before pouncing to straddle him. “You’re going to pay for that!”

You winced with each hit, you’ve never seen him with that type of aggression. “Hey, Izuku…” He wasn’t paying attention. He was almost acting like a feral if you didn’t know better. It wasn’t normal, and you finally had enough when you heard the weak whimper from under him. “Izuku! Stop, I think he gets it!”

You grasped onto Izuku’s back, hugging him a little. He paused when your arms wrapped around him and your scent hit him so strongly for the first time in his life. He breathed heavily, gulping down at the bloody face under him before he gasped and quickly scrambled up onto his feet.

You pulled Izuku closer to the crowd, as he panted and calmed with the feel of your fingers slipping between his own. The taller Alpha ran up to his friend, kneeling and patting his cheek to coax him back to the conscious world. He groaned, and you were a bit relieved that he opened his eyes, even if he deserved it.

His friend smiled weakly before chuckling out at the bruised face of the student on the floor. “Dude…that little guy fucked you up.”

“Shut up, you dumbass!” the alpha cursed, popping up as the other students laughed. “You just fucking sat there and let it happen!”

“I thought you had it, really.”

You grimaced, holding onto Izuku tighter as you wondered what just happened. You didn’t have much time to consider it when you saw long black hair and a tired, irritated face breaking through the crowd.

Fuck.

The two of you sat alone in your desks in an empty classroom. You sighed, hating in school detention. You were supposed to be learning some really cool things in class today. Instead, you and Midoriya were both being punished. You didn’t use your quirks, so it lightened your sentence to three days of detention.

You glanced to Midoriya, still rigid at his desk. His nails dug against the edge impatiently. His expression tense and he himself silent, only groaning a bit when he would drop his head to his desk and rub against his forearm. You sighed. This is all that assholes fault.

Midoriya’s tension wasn’t from that though. He was more concerned about the boiling in his blood that had him physically sweating under his collar. He long tore off his blazer and undid a few buttons. Fighting for control, he focused on trying to keep his breathing steady, but oxygen suddenly felt too thick to swallow down while his stomach kept aching each time he inhaled your suddenly heavy scent. Always, you said your scent was like coconut, specifically the milk, and he never realized it smelled so good in his life until now, especially as you scooted your desk closer to his.

“Hey, I’m sorry I got us in trouble, Midoriya,” you mumbled and placed your hand on his shoulder. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“No, I’m fine,” he huskily drawn out. You blinked at the deep, heavy voice given to you and leaned over to get a look at his face.

Midoriya didn’t know why he was suddenly thinking it now, but you looked good with your hair a little messy from the events of the day, and your thighs widening out against your seat, giving an exaggerated sense of fertile feminine curves. Your lips looked good enough to kiss and bruise red with bites right about now. He just really wanted to bend you over the desk and pound you raw until—shit, what is he thinking. You’re in school.

But when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and start your cuddling procedure again, your frame firm but soft against him, those thoughts all go out the window.

Midoriya reached out and clasped your face suddenly. You were pulled into a rough, uncontrolled kiss. Instead of growing more passionate, it started that way, hot and heavy as his tongue glanced over you.

“D-Deku?” you questioned, eyes widened as he pulled away and protectively slid the flat of his tongue across your cheek where you were hit like you were a preciously wounded animal that he had to take care of. You didn’t reject the attention, in fact, it was exciting, but you pushed away because of the odd behavior. “What’s gotten into you?”

“I-I don’t know,” he growled lowly against your lips, and you were shaking at the dropping octaves. He kissed you again, a bit more conscious and steadier as he stood and gripped your shoulders. The desperate grip almost hurt, but your whimper was swallowed down with hungry lips. His hold fell down your shoulders, rubbing up and down your biceps, slightly more comfortable. His chest rose heavy. Rapidly, it rose and fell against your own as he pulled away before rushing back to bite your bottom lip.

“I love you so much, (Name),” he whispered and smothered your neck in kisses.

“I lo—” you couldn’t get a word in edgewise as he kept kissing you, “ve, y-you, too,” you moaned and tilted your head. He took the opportunity to mark your neck, one spot at a time, though it didn’t take long to have a ring around you with the desperate speed he went at you.

“Deku,” you gasped when he fully squeezed your breasts through your school uniform, folding the fabric of your blazer in his hands before hastily undoing the buttons of both it and your shirt underneath. The ones that break off in his rush, lightly clacker against the floor and roll away to hidden corners.

Izuku pulled you up out of your seat, cupping your ass and hopping you up higher on his waist before settling you against the desk. “(Name), grind against me,” he demanded, nipping at your ear. You gave in easily to his demand, rocking your hips against his rock-solid cock. And fuck, you don’t know what’s gotten into him when he kisses and bites at the exposed tops of your tits but you’re not complaining when the smell of grass fills your nose again.

It was so…strong and heady and...Alpha.

So tantalizingly alpha as it mixed with something else your vaguely recognized. It had your body flooding with familiar hormones that had slick soaking through your panties. You didn’t think your heat would start so soon, you always had a few days in advance, but he was driving you mad. Your alluring smell only made him buck harder, and you yelped in his ear.

“(Name)-chan, you smell really good,” he said and tightened his hold around your back to get you physically close as possible. You think if he could melt into you, he would, and you’d gladly do the same.

He knew he was bad for your heat, but he couldn’t stop himself from pulling at his zipper and thrusting his pants midway down his thighs. You quickly sat back and did the same with your panties, letting them slide down your ankles. You didn’t bother to waste time kicking them off. You both needed each other now.

Your body trembled, and you gasped in the pleasure of having his much-needed cock inside you, immediately pulsing and ramming all the way back in one fluid jerk of his hips. “DEKU,” you screamed into his shoulder as he gripped on your hips and repeatedly buried himself inside your desperately clenching cunt.

You held onto him, bouncing back against the desk as he thrusted up into you. You always felt good during sex with him, but this time felt different in an exciting new way. From his sudden dominance to his thick scent, or guttural grunts, you didn’t know which and didn’t care as you finally kicked your undies to the floor and wrapped your legs around him. The room filled with the slapping of skin and smell of raw sex as your juices flowed in between your legs, squelching with every thrust. It was drowned out by both your moans as Izuku snapped his hips into yours, refusing to pull out of you for long before stretching you back out and making you cry with the quickly building force of your orgasm.

Something foreign drew against your body. It pressed against your entrance and ground against you with the rock of his hips. It wasn’t quite big yet and you moaned as it slid into you, locking for a moment before he pulled back out. You vaguely wondered if he was about to knot you.

It had to be impossible.

You whined as he pulled out of you, breathing heavy as he tried to catch his breath. You only had a small amount of time to gaze down at the base of his slick drenched cock. You clearly saw the bulb of his expanding base there. “Deku,” you breathed out, the dark look in his eyes said he’d figured it out, too.

“I’m sorry, (Name),” he huffed out, and you were unsure why he would apologize before he suddenly flipped you over the desk and onto your stomach. You cried out as he plunged back into you at a jackrabbit speed. “I-I can’t stop,” he apologized, squeezing you tighter as he closed his eyes and got lost in the feel of your walls hugging tight and wet around him.

Being bent over made everything squeeze and he felt twice as big going back inside you with one hand gripping your hip to tug you back against him and the other gripping the edge of the desk to steady himself as he pounded into you.

You felt pleasantly numb, as you buried your head in your arms to muffle your cries as you came around him. His first knot took a bit of time to swell up right, but once it did, you skipped past cloud nine, ten, and all the way to cloud 99 as it beat at your aching pussy before giving you what you needed—a full cock and knot burying balls deep inside you. Midoriya groaned, stilling and resting his forehead against your back as he spilled against your cervix.

“I’m sorry, (Name),” he panted, rubbing a sweaty forehead against your shoulder as he gently rubbed his fingers through your hair. “I didn’t know it would happen this way.”

“It’s okay, i-it felt amazing,” you sung out. “I didn’t think people presented so late.”

Midoriya nodded, not that you could see that or the bitter smile that followed. “I can finally make your heat go down now,” he commented jokingly, but you recognized the self-deprecation and the distance that rode on those words. Midoriya hated knowing at the end of the day, he was never able to make you this relaxed during without a near hour of build-up. He was relieved he finally could, but it also nagged at his mind that he really wasn’t good enough when he thought he was a beta.

“Deku, y-you know that didn’t matter, I’ve been in love with you since we were kids. It never mattered to me if you were an alpha or not, I just liked you because you were you and you made me happy,” you reassured him, wishing desperately that you could see his face more clearly as you turn your head to the side and look up at him from the corner of your eye. “And like you said, I’d would’ve chosen you over an alpha any day,” you smiled sweetly, and his cheeks darkened. “So, will you please kiss me now? I can’t really do it bent over like this.”

He nodded and pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips, gently combing through your hair in the meantime as he waited for his swelling to go down. Midoriya smiled weakly and rubbed his wrist at wet green eyes. He had no idea how he managed to get so lucky in life to have you. “I love you, (Name).”

“I love you, too, but I think we have some time to make up for,” you teased and rocked back against him again, making him moan as you spasmed around his knot.

“(Na-Name), you can’t do that so suddenly. I’m still not used to this,” he hissed and rutted back into you. “S-Shit,” Midoriya growled as his knot loosened and slipped out of you.

Watching you leak with a mix of your cum, he immediately burned with a foreign desire to knot you again and again. Fuck. He supposed he would have to spend the next few days in detention learning something. Practicing on fucking you through your heat seemed like the perfect lesson.

You licked your lips, wantonly, and refused to slow down as you wiggled against his lap. “I need your knot, Deku,” you whimpered, and his blood began to boil again.

“I-I won’t hold back then,” he replied before gripping onto your waist and giving you both what you needed.

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DiskoTape 6

Here we are at DiskoTape 6. For the next hour or so you’re going to go on a ride, a ride through some cool and interesting tunes. As I do with each mix I try and start the mood calm and cool and as we progress, we enter another version of late night. I’ve been sitting on this mix for a couple of months, but recently found some extra time on my hands so it was a perfect time to drop. There are some new and old tracks in there so I do hope it inspires you to get onto a dancefloor soon.

Christopher xx

Say The Word (feat. Nic Hanson) – Kraak & Smaak Atjazz Remix – Boogie Angst

Choosing a track to open a mix with is always a challenge. I always want to find a tune that enters things smooth. Kraak & Smaak have always produced tunes that are ideal for the transition of any kind and Say The Word is perfect for that vibe. I love the playfulness of the bassline throughout. The subtle feminine vibe it offers really gets the hips rolling. It has a sexiness about it. This track literally makes me think of beachside, sunset cocktail vibes hanging with people you love being around.

My City’s On Fire – Jimi Jules (Club Edit)- Innervisions

Where to start with this one. Wowser is probably the word that comes to mind. The minute I pressed play on this one I was instantly taken to a time in indie dance where there were no real rules. The way the vocal hook takes a turn into that deep and rupturing bassline. It reminds me of that kind of bloghouse vibe that struck the world all those years ago. A time where, as a DJ you could play any kind of music as long as it was fun and kept the dancefloor filled.

Together One Time – Dole & Dom Butch Remix – Bar 25 Music

What’s a DiskoTape without some actual disco right? Nothing to hide about this track, just pure disco vibes. That twangy guitar, the progressive build, the low end percussion subtly marking the spot, it has it all. The way Butch has retouched the original adds that exciting vibe. You know you’re in for a euphoric moment on this dancefloor. There is a moment in Together One Time that you’re instantly taken to a dancefloor if you close your eyes, it’s pure magic. I fucking love it.

Aposch – Goom Gum - Avtook Records

The intro to Aposch sucks you in like a vacuum, hitting that moment with some epic arpeggiation and builds and builds and you don’t know where you’re off to, then…. bang, it’s acid time. The acid style bass work on this is so unique with it’s thrusting thumps it’s a tune that holds it’s own. A big time late night vibe. Playing this in the club is such a treat, watching all the punters lose their mind as it keeps transcending into another timeline.

Higher – Nicky Night Time & Natasha Eklove – Stress Records

Let’s go into outer space and lose ourselves. That’s all I can think of when I hear this tune. An astrological escape. I love anything that Nicky does. His production knows absolutely zero boundaries. I love that he has no fear of mixing things up and trying new things. This one, I felt was perfect for a midway point in the mix. A journey within the journey if you like.

Waiting For Nothing – Hayden James (Feat. Yeager) KVRBRO Remode Remix – Future Classic

Let’s get back to house music shall we. No other real way to describe this one. KVRBRO added some super pumping textures to this edit. It’s an absolute dancefloor filler. The senses are certainly stimulated here. The double pump of the kick here and there are what I’m all about mostly. The fluttering percussion floats around your head like a to do list at 2am in bed. Another perfect one for the dance floor at anytime.

Perfect – Westend - D4 D4nce

Let’s go back. Way way back. Well not that far back. But for those of you not in the know, the original Perfect by Princess Superstar was a huge dancefloor hit about 15 years ago or so perhaps even longer I can’t really remember, but it doesn’t matter because it was a fucking jam! The rolling bassline in this is relentless! It’s never ending but, well… perfect. Huge tune for huge times!

Your Love – Mark Knight Toolroom

While we’re on a history lesson I thought we’d keep the classic vibes rolling. Your Love is pushing ten years old! When the big deep late night vibe was at it’s peak. Knight makes perfect use of two absolute jams for this one, Kylie Minogue and that epic bass hook from Chicken Lips – He Not In and he turns it into an huge homecoming belter of a tune that stacks up as a classic for itself. Last month I was dj-ing at elsewhere in Surfers Paradise on the Gold Coast and I needed a track to fill a special dancefloor spot and this was it, the place lit up and I’ve had it stuck in my head for weeks since.

Mauro Picasso (feat. Hunkadelica – Adana Twins – Diynamic

It’s time for some Italo Disco vibes! In terms of dance music genres, I feel I have the softest spot of Italo Disco. That carefree cheesy feel that you can’t help but love. Arpeggiated bass, tacky synth stabs and melodies that just stack up as pure fun. Adana Twins rarely release anything that isn’t good and Mauro Picasso sees them flex their ability to produce tunes that really make you move. Even going down the technical route of this one, it’s a fucking jam and it goes well off!

Airport – Palamara – Jaehmon! Records

At first I thought these two tracks would be a perfect mix. But ironically Italo Disco basslines hit each other and well… clash. I’m not the best technical DJ, but I do know a thing or two about track selection and this just felt right stacking Mauro Picasso and Airport together. I remember Stephen Fasano (The Magician) telling me once, ‘don’t worry if you can’t match the tunes, people will understand as long as every track is good’. Airport is another one of those relentless tunes, it doesn’t stop it just keeps rolling and rolling. I can’t help but think of any other word for this track besides, ‘cool’ because it is actually one of the coolest fucking songs I’ve ever heard.

Le Noir – Lorenz Rhode, Margarita – 10 Questions

The inevitable closer. Once again, this one is a hard track to bring into the mix, but I feel it was a perfect ending to the mix. It’s another one of them tracks that reminds me of a time in Indie Dance when each release was super unique and weird. In order to stand above the rest you had to produce music that stood out like dogs balls. A classic French house track with that classic thud.

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