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putting the dog on their leash

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First chapter of my other Arcane one-shot is out now!

It's a rare spotlight on Cait & Vi's doomed love in S2A1, with an exploration of drugs, sex work, and transness in Piltover & Zaun through Lest, and how both Cait & Vi have met her before.

For Handsome Caitlyn Week Day 4: Crime.

You can read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/66695509/chapters/172076176

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burn after reading

caris is fucked. she finds herself push-knelt before the so-called 'tribunal.' a mockery made out of oil drums and pallets.

the butt of a pistol hammers into it for order.

"lieutenant caris somelle. assigned to the 12th of the 62nd venusian, but you've been commanding..." says the 'judge,' tamping down on papers caris was supposed to burn. "206 traitors to their class on here, that's quite a lot for such untarnished pips."

the revolutionary bitch leans over the pallet, sneering at her.

"i answer to whatever duty might demand of me," caris answers, so much textbook someone could roll it up and throttle her.

"it ask for a lot?" the 'judge' teases.

there's no uniform to these thugs, except the ones they've stolen and desecrated. the ragged insult of what she wears does nothing to hide just how simple it would be for her pin caris down by the throat.

"i don't answer to you," caris chokes out.

it's a smile now, "i think you just did."

the 'judge' swerves round the drums, bootsteps wet with blood and rain. caris is in a puddle of both. "come on now," she says, leaning down to caris' ear. close enough to nip at it like the dog she is. "you can't say just a little bit more for me? one little confession."

"my loyalty is to her majesty. i will not."

it comes to caris hollow as the spent shells at her knees.

she's so fucked.

"now if that isn't a phrase i've heard before," the 'judge' tells her.

if she's bored then she can suck on it, "i saw the 10 men that walked in before me. go and make it 12 already." caris won't let herself be their puppet, hand up her ass, mouth telling her men to stand down.

revolt, even. their boots on her skull in the process.

"oh," the 'judge' says. her lips have a fresh slit in them, poorly sewn and in need of redress; disinfectant. caris could do it, knows how to soothe hurt. "didn't say i heard it from them."

the 'judge' flashes a small, plastic-wrapped diary.

"no," caris says. "no! no no no. you can't have that. where did you--!"

she's slapped across the face with it. then again just so the 'judge' can snicker more at the gaping wound of caris' open gob.

the 'judge' unwraps it with an odd care, but opens the diary with a show of none it. a sheath of pornographic pin-ups slips from between the pages and splatters between caris' legs like the now-brainless corpse she wishes she was.

"it's such an interesting read, you should really check it out," the 'judge' drawls, circling round her back just to put a boot in it. "i have been. some of the words in here... nah, nah, nah. oh yeah, these ones."

caris is bowed low in front of a lone, stilted self-portrait of herself.

dog-eared and stained.

a pouting face stolen from someone left for dead, a leash left for someone implied behind the camera to pull.

"you really like the word 'transvestites' don't you? so many interesting theories about us, why we'd prefer a gun in our hands over the one to our heads. what we'd think about you."

if only death could have been more quiet.

the 'judges' finger runs over an unseen page, a soft press despite its scars and clipped end, "this here's my favourite bit: i need someone to know. and i'm dead if they do."

caris should've burned it, or let an internal monitor find it instead. the military noose would've left her less red.

"shoot me. please," she squeaks out. doesn't realise how small she is till the 'judge' is over her.

the 'judge' takes her boot and stamps it on the snap of caris herself, pushes it between her splayed legs till her boot's in caris' crotch.

it wets her boot in another way.

she kneels down and takes caris at the chin, "now now, kitty. i know, and you're not dead yet. so why don't we talk about it?"

caris needs a different word for now than fucked.

she needs that one for later.

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Chapter 2 is out now <3

My 500w intro turned into this 2400w interlude and it had to be its own chapter, deep-diving into Lest's unseen history and building on the Vi & Lest relationship.

Hope you enjoy, huge credit to my betareader (Writingonadream) for inspiring me so darn much <3

First chapter of my other Arcane one-shot is out now!

It's a rare spotlight on Cait & Vi's doomed love in S2A1, with an exploration of drugs, sex work, and transness in Piltover & Zaun through Lest, and how both Cait & Vi have met her before.

For Handsome Caitlyn Week Day 4: Crime.

You can read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/66695509/chapters/172076176

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vampire who you’ve been voluntarily giving your blood to for the past month or so because she got prescribed a medical device that turned out to have silver wiring and she hasn’t been able to do much since while you save up for treatment. Turns out that vampires don’t need a ton of blood to survive and you barely even feel dizzy afterwards, but every time you have to reassure her that no, this is not some horrible thing that she’s forcing you to do for her own selfish reasons, you just care about her and don’t want her to die. She grew up constantly being told that by their nature all vampires could do was take, and when she was turned she almost didn’t survive it not because of the process itself but because she thought she’d never be able to do anything positive for the world anymore. There are words that she’d heard so often that they’ve sunk into her brain and repeated themselves in the back of her mind over and over until it was her voice that she was hearing them in, and it’s probably going to hurt like hell to pull them out.

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these platform boots unironically powertripped me into becoming a switch and i 100% actually mean that. i was joking when i made that post and i'm now i'm not. what 4 inches does to a girl no wait--

trying my new 4-inch platform boots on and i think the only thing i own that's hotter is my butch

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give and receive

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it's actually so hard to communicate what it means for either of us to switch, even for a little bit.

my butch is a stone top, and i am not a domme. i think about what it means to be submissive constantly. i've tried to write this post for longer now than i spent yesterday just trying to talk about the basics of how i felt over milkshakes & fancy italian (the risotto was purple).

it's nice tho. it's really, really nice. i never want to be normal to the world, because i don't much agree with it. but to be normal in someone's world, and for it to be theirs. to move through it as weightless as i can be (which is hard lol, there's a lot of baggage).

it really is the most beautiful feeling in the world. all i can hope after that is that they get to feel the same way <3

putting the dog on their leash

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there was a profoundly northern girl on the train. ranted to me about her mom throwing her suitcase at her head then her boyfriend being annoyed at needing to help her carry it up some steps. i hope you dump him and find your own girlfriend to go "ooOOohh" at like you did when i mentioned my own & called me pretty.

top-ranked mmr lezzing rn as i swelter in my meshed up, fishknetted ""summer"" goth gear wheeling around a suitcase filled with frozen soup and bondage gear, going to a shop to buy a localmade scented candle bc i very undeftly snuck out my butch's preferred scents.

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top-ranked mmr lezzing rn as i swelter in my meshed up, fishknetted ""summer"" goth gear wheeling around a suitcase filled with frozen soup and bondage gear, going to a shop to buy a localmade scented candle bc i very undeftly snuck out my butch's preferred scents.

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putting the dog on their leash

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good smut is really a character study and that is final. i need it to be about vulnerability i need it to be about trust or lack thereof and most of all i need it to be emotional agony. thats what sex is for

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whatever happens now, it's your mercy or your sword i fall on. dear knight. i can see you enjoy it, under all that pretty plate. knowing you can do what you want to me now, that not even i can protest.

does it break your oath to think that? to say it?

you needn't hide from it. dear knight.

i do so think all women are as base you, perhaps rarely as much as me. what matters though, is that it's only me that knows now. so, dear knight. what will it be? your mercy, or your sword.

there are ways it can be both.

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hi! i'm tess (not my real name) and the only thing worth putting in a pinned post is my writing, most of which is high-fantasy erotica featuring transfemmes, monsters, and contemptuous older women. i sometimes write other stuff, too – i'll catalog it here for your amusement.

other pieces, including longer-form text posts, can be found in my writing tag.

if there's anything you wanna see or talk about, please shoot me an ask. love ya!

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Mayfly and Summer

An episodic erotica series featuring my and my friend's most tortured and touchable D&D characters going on adventures and winding up in predicaments.

Part 1: Mayfly and Summer Do Some Gardening (2500 words)

Part 2: Mayfly and Summer Break a Fever (3400 words)

Part 3: Mayfly and Summer Answer Some Questions (coming soon!)

RULES FOR PORNSICK DOVAHKIIN (2500 words)

A personal essay about Skyrim sex mods and the caustic horror of sublimated desire. A true story, hosted on @nulltwink's phenomenal website.

After (2500 words)

A story about compassion in the wake of sexual violence (not explicitly described in the piece). Sadder than it is sexy, with a great deal of hurt/comfort.

The Reprobate (1500 words)

Recaptured after demonic corruption, a young soldier is brought kicking and screaming back to the light. Thinly veiled detransition horror with a side of handjobs.

Showtime (1100 words)

Two trans women are hunted for sport in a short snuff piece from a truly nightmarish day.

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it's incredibly hard when you have no power not to feel like you're the one at fault for being abused. that you should've figured out how to be better for the people who hurt you. to feel like they're fucking right.

a lot of the transfeminine experience in queer spaces is just apologising to people whilst they do the most socially violent stuff they can think of to you.

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post-op werewolf girl who *refuses* to admit her knotted strap is twice as big as what she was packing before. offers to prove it by using you on it, and it's worth taking that bet just for how much more she smiles now.

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Overflow Chapter 1 is live!

A CaitVi horror fic where one right decision at the wrong time has dire consequences.

Read it here!

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