#let the lesbians off their leashes

[wherethemothsgrow]

Gideon Nav and Harrowhark Nonagesimus deserve to have the most earth quaking, mind blowing, world shattering sex. As a treat.

[butchka]

tie me up so i cant move my arms or legs, i’m laying there with my strap obscenely sticking out. you play with yourself and tease me until im begging for you to be closer, to let me touch you. eventually, you do come over and sit yourself on my strap. you ride me, but whenever i try thrusting up you immediately stop until i still again. you keep this up until i am begging “please please please, baby, please let me fuck you.” Then, when the fancy hits you, you cut my ties and let me flip you over, fucking you like a mad animal let off my leash.

this is about lesbian sex. men and minors dni.

[coeurify]

jus’ a little drabble of gf!ellie couple’s costume

a/n based off that one emma&izzy tik tok(at bottom.)

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“El, please come out.”

“I cant. I cant do this.”

Your lips purse together to hide the smile forming from Ellie’s nervous tone, the pitch of her voice just slightly higher behind the door she seeks solace behind.

“You should‘ve just let me dress as Spider-Man!” Ellie whines, muffled by the white painted wood.

“Oh,” you scoff, “so I could be what, Mary Jane.. or Gwen?”

“Yea!”

You shake your head even though Ellie can’t see it, the red fabric of your hood moving with you. “Every masc lesbian and frat dude in the ten mile radius of that party is probably dressed as Spider-Man, El. Just open the door.”

Your fingers reach for the metal knob, and you press on it lightly, turning it just a bit.


Ellie may be embarrassed, but she’d never lock the door on you.

When the creaky wood opens fully, and the bright bathroom light spills into the hallway, you cant stop the grin that spreads on your face.


Ellie is standing there, a sweet little pout on her face as she adjusts one of the ears on her head. The black triangle on her nose is slightly smudged by the nervous hand she rubs across it. “I look stupid.”

“You don’t look stupid,” you coo, the red hood of your ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ costume falling as you step closer, pinching your girlfriend’s red cheeks, fixing the little fluffy wolf ear attached her her messy auburn hair.

“Babe, i’m wearing a leash,” she whines again, the space between her eyebrows furrowing.

You nod. Yea… you had picked that part out. But cmon, how couldn’t you? Ellie had flushed so cutely when you explained the costume idea that you just could not think of anything else.

Your fingers dip beneath the flannel she wears, searching until they find the cheap metal chain attached to El’s neck.

“Gotta keep the big bad wolf close by, don’t I?” You chastise, giving the chain a little tug, bringing Ellie’s lips to your own.

Ellie melts into the affection, pout long gone as she kisses you, “Isn’t the wolf supposed to be the one chasing Little red?”

She smiles against the kiss when you start giggling and pull away. It leaves a little stain of your gloss on the pink fat of her bottom lip, and you resist the urge to reach forward and wipe the stickiness off.

Her lips curl up even further as you step back into the hallway. “You wanna chase me?” You ask, raising your eyebrow.

“Dunno, maybe I should. You made me wear a leash,” Ellie teases, stepping closer.

Her hands reach out, fingers reaching toward your hips as you back against the wall.

You knew what she was doing. “Don’t you dare-“ You point an accusatory finger toward her chest as she closes in on you.

Ellie’s shit-eating grin only grows more, her fingers wiggling as they find your waist, digging playfully into you.

Your weak spot.

The scream that falls from your lips might actually concern some of your neighbors, and you scramble to escape your girlfriend’s torment, tripping down the hall.

“Run little red, run!” Ellie bellowed dramatically, the chain around her neck dangling as she ran after you.

“We’re gonna be late!” You cried, a breathy giggle falling from you as she chases you around the couch, one clip on ear falling from her head in the process.

“Should’ve let me dress as Spider-Man!”

[sleepinthrumyalarms]

— HEAVEN AND BACK

pairing: wednesday addams x fem!reader

warnings: smut, lesbian sex, bondage, sensory deprivation, degradation (just a little), strapon referred to as cock, wednesday is a sadist, all characters are aged-up

summary: wednesday addams is cruel in many ways - you know that better than anyone else

word count: 1.2k

a/n: buckle up y'all, the wednesday smut agenda starts today

"Is this loose enough?" The ravenette asks softly, perfectly manicured digits gently caressing your chin.

You flex your palms where they're tied behind your back as you sit on the bed, making sure the blood flow in your hands isn't restricted, before nodding.

"Good," her eyes darken, and the hold she has on your face turns rough, fingers manhandling your jaw to look up at her, "Because that's all the movement you'll be allowed tonight."

You whine in dismay, pulling at your restraints, and the leather digs into your wrists, leaving you whimpering and tugging at the cuffs in another poor attempt at freedom.

Wednesday draws in closer, moving to sit on your lap, stocking — clad legs swinging over your thighs . You're thankful for the fleeting moment of seeing her like this, and you try to catch as much of her as you can, wanting to engrave the image into your brain— she's fully clothed, a display of composure and dominance, dark hair in the usual tight braids, her starched blouse hanging off her shoulders with buttons undone, and, as your eyes slide down over her milky breasts and lower, you're painfully aware that the ravenette has disposed of her panties, her skirt the only thing keeping you from seeing her perfect pussy.

Her picture is marvelous, but the way Wednesday eyes you up like a hungry beast is so dirty, and she has to bite her lip to restraint herself, but it's half - hearted — the only one needing restraint tonight will be you.

The black blindfold is silky against your skin when the ravenette presses it to your eyes, and you feel all your senses skyrocket when your sight is restricted — the smell of the girl in front of you overtakes, and it's darkly woodsy, so herbaceous and smoky and so Wednesday. She pulls back, admiring her work — you look so perfect like this, all tied up and pretty for her enjoyment, for her to take as much as she needs — and take she will.

The collar around your neck tightens as the ravenette holds the leash in a tight grip, and you hear her hum pleasantly at the way you gasp. Small palms pressing into your shoulders, she hovers over the silicone cock that's tightly strapped to your pubis, and proceeds to slowly lower herself down. Wednesday is never above teasing herself, pressing her pretty cunt against the bulbous head, and it spreads her lips as she lingers on the toy, inches from sinking onto it but not quite there yet. You wish you could catch a glimpse of her heat, wetness dripping down the thick shaft and no doubt mixing with your own.

She enjoys the deprivation as much as you do — well, to a certain degree, as, unlike you, she gets to see your writhing form, the way your bruised lips waver with every shaky inhale you take. Wednesday inches her face closer to yours, gasping into your half - open mouth rasply, and you almost go delusional.

Her lips barely graze yours, and you can sense it, the way she sinks onto the girth agonizingly slow, and you groan as you feel Wednesday sigh into your ear, the gentle feeling making goosebumps rise up your neck. She bares her pearly whites to nibble at your earlobe, silencing herself, and oh, how cruel the girl above you is, robbing you of her prettiest sounds, your only consolation in such a predicament. You wish you could touch her, knead the supple flesh of her thighs with your palms, maybe even inch closer under her skirt to swipe your finger through the warm slick between her legs. God, anything, anything to feel her.

“So pliable… so obedient, offering all of yourself to me, letting me use you however I desire…” Her voice is low and husky in your ear, and wetness pools between your legs at her words.

She sighs again, and this time you feel her breath on your lips, making the urge to kiss her burn deep in your guts — but you don't dare act out of turn, keening subtly with furrowed eyebrows, hoping she can understand your pathetic pleas. Wednesday grants your wish, pulling you closer by the leash to press her plump lips against yours in a hot kiss, hands moving to rest on your shoulders, fingers flittering around and brushing the back of your neck. Tongues roam over teeth, and your breath turns gasping and eager.

When Wednesday's plush walls squeeze around the toy, she pulls away from your mouth, dark lipstick smeared, and moans, breathless, right by your ear, and the soft sound is so gorgeous you think you might cum just from hearing it. She’s devilish – you know she’s doing it on purpose, completely aware of what her timbre does to you. Her thighs rest on yours, pretty cunt swallowing your fake cock to the base, fluttering around the thick shaft, and she can barely keep herself together at the feeling of being so full of you, finally.

You want to grasp her thighs tightly, sink your nails into her skin and push her down onto the length roughly, but she just won't allow it.

Not today.

"I almost forgot what it feels like to be stretched by you," she murmurs, and you shiver at the low tone of her voice, body arching into hers, feeling the ravenette's soft tits press against yours, "So good... My willing little fucktoy.”

"Oh, 'Day," you pant, mouth hanging open and watering at the humiliating insult, "Wanna touch you so fucking bad, please."

Wednesday can’t deny you the pleasure – she tugs on the leash, pressing your face into her neck, and you nuzzle into it, inhaling deeply. You leave an open - mouthed kiss on the creamy flesh there, and Wednesday cranes her neck to expose more skin — you indulge, peppering kisses along her throbbing vein, relishing in her steamy breaths. Lips skim over her collarbones, over the swell of her perky breasts, and you don’t waste any more time to wrap your hot mouth around one of her nipples, tongue out to suckle and stimulate the girl further.

The ravenette leans her free hand against your knee behind her back, the cold touch on your warm skin making you shudder, her other hand still holding the leash as she slowly raises her hips until only the head is inside of her and lowers them back down, filling herself back up, a breathy moan escaping her lips.

Even though Wednesday's pupils are blown wide and her fringe messy, the tingling sparks of pleasure almost enough to make her swoon, she doesn't let go of her control — grabbing the back of your head, the girl above you tugs forcefully, your mouth leaving her breast with a wet pop, lips delightfully swollen and covered in spit.

"Enough of that." She murmurs, and raises her delicate hand to your mouth, pulling your bottom lip down and tapping against your teeth. You comply, allowing her entrance, and Wednesday smiles, watching you lap at her thumb, gently and languid, tongue swirling around the digit.

"Touch has to be earned. You'll have plenty of opportunities to do so yet."

[a-hazbin-reader]

Hello!! I just loooooove how you write Alastor, this unhinged bastard 😂 anyway can I request Alastor with a lesbian, chaotic reader, who's always drooling over women (especially Alastor's friends)(read: Rosie). Toooootally not self-indulgent. Obv platonic pls!! Thank you in advance 🙇

- 🥀

Omg I love this SO MUCH

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

❌️Romantic

✅️Platonic

TW: TERRIBLE TREATMENT OF READER, reader being funny af, idk who is more unhinged, slight Mimzy X Reader, slight Rosie X Reader

Description: ☝️⬆️

First of all, he's gonna be your wingman NOT because he wants to help but because it's funny when you fail

Encourages your chaotic nature and uses it to his advantage, will not let you be caged

Someone beneath him wants to pick a fight with him??? Oh he'll give them a fight

*sets down an oversized pet carrier*

*feral animal sounds and vicious shaking*

Alastor opens the door and lets you wreak havoc on them, it's just too hilarious

All metaphorically of course

😳

They get you a toddler leash because you're always scampering off straight into trouble???

Alastor cuts it the first day Vaggie takes you out

*massive destructive explosive sounds in the distance*

"What the FUCK, ALASTOR!?"

Alastor: 😏

You're his favorite feral little ball of chaos

BACK TO BEING YOUR WINGMAN

It's amusing how quickly you change gears when it comes other women and how they enthrall you

He often gives you a handkerchief to clean up your drool, pushes your mouth shut when it's hanging open and grabs the back of your clothes to keep you upright

He does look out for you though

If Mimzy is currently in your sights then he won't let her take advantage of your attraction towards her

That greedy little thing will take you for every dime all while she flirts and toys with you

If you're feasting your eyes any of the overlords(*cough*Carmilla-*cough*Missi-*cough*Velvet-*cough*) then he'll straight up tell you no

Not him bonking your head sweetly with his staff before pushing you out of harm's way

Rosie is an exception tho

He knows she can fend you off herself if she really wants to but also that she won't really do any harm to you

Not that you're not very charming

Rosie just thinks you're adorable!! All the eager attention you're giving her! She could just eat you up!

No seriously...she could...you would taste sweet

No you're sweet

You're making her blush

And you're making her hungry

"Okay, time to go!"

So Alastor sticks around and looks out for you in those moments but he also thinks it's hilarious when you shoot your shot

Feeds you terrible pick up lines and almost dies of laughter when you actually use them

"Hey! Tie your shoes!! I don't want you falling for anyone else~"

"She actually went with that one?!"

Will properly fix your hair or clothes up before you go out on a date, he can't have you looking shabby

If you ask him for advice then he actually has some really good ideas for romance

It's just difficult to get him to give you a honest answer because it's so funny when you fumble a bad bitch

Actually, he does try to set you up with women he thinks could be good for you

"Fascinating, but have you met my good pal Y/N yet? She is QUITE a character!"

Alastor is your partner in crime and you're wingman but he's pretty terrible at both

Gah!! I hope you liked this one!! I wanted to really get the little gremlin vibes!!

[starrrcane]

Club lights

Abby Anderson x reader

warnings: reader has a boyfriend(🤢), and is quite insecure about their self, lesbian sex, a little bit of alcohol(since it’s set in a bar/club). Reader cheats on her bf

summary: modern!AU Abby Anderson helping reader discover a new version of theirself .

notes: this probably has a million typos pls leave me alone😞😞😞this is kinda supposed to be based off of Good Luck Babe by Chappel Roan, idk if it work. If this does well I have three more chapters ready to go😇 happy arcane eve!!!

The club was a cacophony of flashing lights, pounding bass, and laughter that felt like static in your ears. You sat at a corner table with your boyfriend and his friends, nursing a drink that had lost its appeal long ago. His hand rested on your thigh in what was supposed to be a comforting gesture, but it felt more like a leash.

"I'm going to the bathroom," you muttered, standing abruptly.

He barely glanced up. "Alright," he said, distracted by a game on his phone.

The narrow hallway leading to the restroom was dim, lined with flickering neon signs. You passed a handful of people, but one stood out—a tall, broad-shouldered woman leaning against the bar. Her sharp eyes caught yours, and a flicker of recognition passed through her smirk. She didn’t look away, even as you did.

In the single-stall bathroom, you leaned against the sink and stared at yourself in the mirror.

"You’re beautiful," you murmured to your reflection, adjusting your dress and reapplying your lip gloss. "You don’t need him to tell you that. You don’t need anyone."

The words felt hollow, and your chest ached with the weight of your doubt.

The door creaked open suddenly, and your heart skipped a beat. Whipping around, you saw her—the woman from the hallway. She stepped in without hesitation, closing the door behind her.

"You forgot to lock it," she said with a smirk, crossing her arms.

Your eyes narrowed. "What do you want?"

She shrugged, leaning against the wall. "I just wanted to see what a woman like you says to herself in the mirror. Guess I found out."

"Excuse me?"

She took a step forward, her gaze unwavering. "You know your boyfriend only sees you as beautiful when you're spread out for him."

Heat flushed your cheeks, anger and embarrassment mingling. "Who the hell are you to talk to me like that?"

"Just someone who sees what you don’t," she replied, her voice calm and unshaken.

You scoffed and turned back to the mirror, reapplying your lip gloss with unnecessary precision. "I don’t mess around with women."

She let out a low, derisive chuckle. "Those lip glosses only ruin the taste of kisses."

You glared at her through the reflection. "Is that supposed to mean something to me?"

She stepped closer, her presence filling the small space. Her hands found the edges of the sink on either side of you, caging you in without touching you.

"Do you really think a pretty dress and shiny lips are enough for someone who doesn’t see you?" she asked softly, her voice dipping into something almost tender.

You froze, your heart hammering in your chest.

"You looked so bored with him," she continued. "With all of his little friends. I thought maybe my company would suit you better."

Her breath was warm against your ear, and despite yourself, you felt your resolve falter.

"Let me decide who I want to spend time with," you snapped, stepping out of her hold.

She raised her hands in mock surrender. "Fair enough."

She turned to leave, but before she could reach the door, you blurted out, "Wait."

She glanced over her shoulder, her smirk returning. "Should I leave?"

You hesitated, biting your lip.

"I don’t want to do anything without your will," she said softly, her tone suddenly serious. "Or is that just what you’re used to with him?"

Her words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you exhaled shakily. "I’ll be fine."

She stepped closer again, slower this time, giving you every chance to back away. When you didn’t, her hands found your lower back, slowly rising her fingers up them giving you a shivering sensation.

"You sure about that?" she murmured, her lips ghosting against your jawline.

You nodded, breathless.

You feel her fingers rise up your back and stop at your shoulder blands and move all of your hair into one side of your neck.

Kissing the bare side, the first press of her lips against your neck sent a shiver down your spine. Her touch was firm but careful, her hands sliding up your sides as she guided you back against ger own body.

The mirror behind you reflected the scene, your flushed cheeks and parted lips as she kissed a path from your collarbone to your ear.

She stops and goes back to your shoulder licking up two your ear. You shudder and giggle “that tickles” you laugh. She smirks at you and tears your underwear off of you like it was nothing too her. You gasp at the sudden breeze you felt down there.

"You’ve been holding back," she whispered, her voice low and teasing. "Let go for once."

Her hands roamed with deliberate slowness, brushing over the curve of your waist, the bare skin of your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

You felt yourself melt into her touch, a heat pooling low in your stomach as her lips claimed yours. It was nothing like the impersonal, mechanical kisses you were used to. This was something else—hungry, deliberate, and electric.

When she finally pulled back, her forehead rested against yours, her breathing uneven. "Tell me to stop, and I will," she said, her hands still cradling your waist.

You shook your head, your voice barely above a whisper. "Don’t."

Her smirk returned as her lips found yours again, her hands lifting you onto the counter, with you leaning on your elbows back looking at her in a haze.

She slowly slides her left hand up your thigh making your legs split making room for her. Then she gets between your legs kissing your chest.

Your dress is barley holding your nipples in. While making eye contact she licks them through the fabric which gets a whining reaction from you.

She proceeds to kiss all over your abdomen. She pauses and pull down your dress from the top- only your boobs getting exposed, grabbing your waist she keeps kissing your chest.

The stops for a moment “take these things off” she says tugging at your heeels” you kick them off. With them landing the floor with a loud clank.

She goes down slowly making contact with your clit, licking a fat stripe from the bottom up, leaving your shivering. She proceeds to continue licking, and you cannot control yourself whatsoever. Your moans are echoing out in the bathroom. Your neck and shoulder start to get stiff from leaning against your elbows on your back, she looks up and sees your dazed look and your lips split apart.

Your close but she stops and says “almost got to carried away with myself.” She flips you over to your stomach still laying on the counter top a much more comfortable position still licking you from the back and she stops and pulls you up, and proceeds to walk backwards untill her back hits the wall behind her.

She has her leg in between your thighs. You practically sitting on her you say “I can barely touch the floor with my legs”, “I’ll hold you up”

She puts her hand between your thighs and start rubbing your clit in a circular motion making your posture hunch against her and whining her name out.

She sticks two fingers in your hole while your legs are still spread apart for her. Your expression is beautiful, the way her name is falling from your mouth like a prayer. The way your eyes can barely be kept open.

She sees your getting close and she stops and pushes you against the wall you looked at her confused on to why she keeps teasing you like this so you say “You started this. Now be good and finish.”

she pushes her legs up in between your again lifting you off the ground and replies “I sure am” she continues with her fingers inside of your thrusting in and out.

You could feel your self about to give out. You hunch yourself over her shoulder and try to make out the words “fuck I-im comi” you can’t. You just keep breathing heavy and arching your back off the wall she had you pressed up against.

Suddenly the rush you felt was indescribable. Your back left the wall and you shuddered with pleasure and pain. You hold onto her shoulders trying to gain back your strength again.

You let go and get off of her. You don’t say anything to her, sort of embarrassed you enjoyed that more than you’d like to admit. You walk over back to the mirror and you start fixing your hair and you ask her

“What about you then?” “Pardon?” She replies “You didn’t come. What’s your pleasure.” You say to her thinking your stating the obvious. Then she replies “to feel your shivering body beneath me is a unique kind of pleasure.”

You roll your eyes and snap back say “pervert” in a joking away, she puts her hands up in the air and shrugs “you liked it. I don’t care about the rest of it” she says with a smirk. You roll your eyes and snap at her to get out and she says “as you please” as a joke she says to you “what you don’t need help dressing?” You roll your eyes and flip her off. She laughs and leaves locking the door for you.

Later, as you returned to the table, your boyfriend looked up briefly.

"That took a while," he remarked, his tone indifferent.

You shrugged, sitting down as his hand found your thigh. The contact made your skin crawl, and you shoved his hand away.

"What’s your problem?" he asked, annoyed.

You stood abruptly. "I’m leaving."

"At least take money for a cab," he said, tossing a few bills on the table.

Outside, the cold air stung your cheeks as you flagged down a cab. The door opened before you could reach for it, and there she was, leaning back in the seat with that familiar smirk.

"You ruined my night," you said, though there was no real venom in your voice.

She raised an eyebrow. "Come back to my place. Let me fix it."

You hesitated only for a moment before climbing in, the door shutting with a satisfying click.

[quietblueriver]

Got to thinking about masc Laudna (thanks to all the amazing artists circulating those) and useless lesbian Imogen and needed some fluff, so pls find below a random modern AU feat. Laudna in a muscle tank; Laudna w/floppy hair; Caviar, Mister, and Flora as excellent pups; (background) wingwoman Fearne; vet Imogen; and shameless fluffy flirting.

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“Shit. Fuck. Damn it.” Imogen hisses and pulls at the orange webbing of the leash, turning to try to free herself. It’s futile, Mister matching her turn for turn, whole body wagging with excitement at the game he seems to think Imogen is playing. 

“Good girl, Flora. I’m sorry, baby,” she says absently to the massive gray Dane mix waiting patiently to the side. Flora’s purple leash coils almost neatly on the ground next to her as she huffs and lays down out of the danger zone, and Imogen makes a note to give her an extra scoop of peanut butter tonight as she fights a scream. 

“Okay! Mister, stop. Stop! Fucking…” She’s bending down to try to get the handle on his harness when she hears the voice, lilting and curious and familiar. 

“Imogen?”

Her head snaps up, hands paused in their pursuit, and she barely has time to register Laudna, smiling a bit hesitantly in her round silver sunglasses, signature white streak falling unruly from the rest of her slicked back hair, before Mister catches sight of Caviar and pulls, yipping happily and tightening the webbing wrapped around Imogen’s ankles and…

The wind bursts from her chest in a very unattractive grunt as she hits the ground, arms flailing, and, helpfully, the leash unspools from around her legs as Mister keeps going for his friend, the fabric tensing at the point where it connects around her waist. Cool. Cool cool cool. 

The wet of the grass and dirt seeping into her cut-offs, she lets her head fall all the way back and sees Flora eyeing her almost boredly from her own spot nearby. Giving herself the gift of denial, she closes her eyes and pretends that she had imagined Laudna, that her very hot friend she wanted to make out with real bad hadn’t, in fact, been the one to see her bust it. It’s a nice fantasy, and then she hears Laudna’s voice, frantic. 

“Oh! Oh no. Oh I’m so sorry. Mister, down. Caviar, stay. Stay.”  

It’s the worry that makes Imogen leave the world where she isn’t a full mess; she doesn’t want Laudna thinking she’s hurt, and trying to deny reality for any longer is likely to make her seem concussed, at best. 

“Imogen? Are you alright?”

The handsome smile is gone, the corners of her mouth pulled down in worry. Her bottom lip catches under an incisor as she kneels, the silver of the gorgeous, intricate ear cuff she wears on her right ear bright against the sun with the dip of her head. As she settles, one hand runs through her hair, mussing it slightly so that more flops over the shorn sides, which look like they’ve been newly touched-up. 

It’s quite frankly, a lot for Imogen to be asked to handle, and that’s before she takes her sunglasses off and tucks them into the pocket of her black tee as she assesses Imogen, big, dark eyes moving with concentration over Imogen’s sprawl. 

This, of course, makes Imogen aware of everything about herself, but honestly, it could be worse. She’s in purple high tops, yesterday’s cut-offs, and the Bikini Kill t-shirt she’d spilled her iced coffee on earlier and hadn’t had the time or inclination to change, a pair of violet Wayfarers tucked into the collar. Pro: the shorts are Fearne-endorsed and make her ass look great. Con: her ass is currently in the wet grass, along with the rest of her. 

She sighs and Laudna’s brow furrows further, her hand reaching out to flit between the space above Imogen’s shoulder and her hip. Imogen wants to grab it, erase the distance. 

“Imogen?”

And fuck, she’s been too busy being a lesbian to answer. Grasping, she says, like she’s new to language, “Good. Fine. Mister.” 

Unhelpfully, her hand, without her conscious knowledge or consent, begins to gesture awkwardly and quickly between the leash secured around her waist and the space in front of them, one foot lifting to join it as if in emphasis. 

“No,” she says in admonishment to the wayward foot, staring it down, and Mister, now lying happily at her feet, tongue lolling, seems to wink at her. Caviar, all massive, muscled black body, sits perfectly beside Imogen’s other leg, the one nearer to Laudna, and he’s regal as always, the outline of his torn ear ragged against the sun. 

When she’d first met Laudna and Caviar on their move-in day six months ago, 3B to Imogen’s 5C, Imogen had cooed and, with permission, gotten to her knees to let Caviar sniff at her. Laudna had joined her, thoroughly distracting in her homemade black muscle tank, Whitestone High School Band in faded white letters forming a circle around a large tree. 

She’d smiled as she rubbed softly at Caviar's damaged ear, a match to the rest of the scars that littered his body and his docked tail. Pulling at her own cuff, she’d said, “I’ve thought of getting him one. It might be nice to match, although I think he looks quite rugged and handsome this way, too. A survivor, hmm?” Her voice had pitched higher with the last words, clearly directed at the pup, who turned and licked at her hand with affection. 

Imogen had swooned and, five minutes later, tripped on air as she left them to get settled, waving off Laudna’s concern and moving as fast as she could up the stairs without further shaming herself. 

A throat clears. Laudna’s throat clears. Laudna, who is still here, still right here, good gods Imogen what the fuck. She leaves her daydreams, the tilt of Caviar’s head feeling a little judgmental, and forces herself to meet kind dark eyes. Her skin is hot, absolutely red as a tomato, but she ignores that and tries for a smile. It’s not quite right, she can feel it in the strain of her cheeks, and her failure is confirmed with the narrowing of Laudna’s eyes. Such pretty eyes. Whatever’s happening with her mouth now is so concerning that Laudna’s frown deepens. 

Shit, maybe she should fake a concussion.

Her foot jumps again, admonishing her back, and yeah, fine, deserved. 

Focus drawn toward the motion, Imogen’s already busy admiring her profile, the sharp cut of her jaw and the proud, aquiline curve of her nose, as Laudna says, a little confused, “Is…is there something wrong with your foot? Your, your ankle, perhaps? I know the leash was…” 

At the slightly pained noise Imogen can’t suppress, Laudna’s reaching toward her pocket, her phone, Imogen realizes, and she’s shooting to sit up and grab Laudna’s wrist on instinct. “No,” she says at a volume just short of offensive. “No, I’m fine.” 

She lets go of Laudna’s hand and puts her own to the back of her neck, feeling bits of wet dirt and grass against skin and groaning in horror when she sees she’s left the same on the pale skin of Laudna’s wrist. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, Laudna. I’m fine, honest.” She closes her eyes and sighs, lets her mouth run because at this point why not. “Except that I can’t help makin’ an ass of myself in fronta you, I guess.” 

And it’s true. Since that first meeting, Imogen has: fallen up the stairs out of the mailroom at catching sight of Laudna in a full suit and tie; dropped an entire bag of groceries trying to hold the door open for Laudna, who had been carrying exactly nothing; choked on beer, spilling all over herself and Laudna’s kitchen floor at Fearne’s whispered suggestion about, what, exactly, Imogen might do to show her appreciate for Laudna’s Ticket to Ride prowess; tripped over her own feet or on nothing at all more times than she can count; and woke the whole building with the fire alarm at 11:30pm, the fallout of ignoring the phone timer for her frozen pizza for 23 minutes because she ran into Laudna in the mail room and didn’t want to leave.

“I don’t think that’s true at all.” 

Imogen blinks her eyes back open and raises her eyebrows incredulously. “That’s nice and all, but Ms. Gertrude still gives me stink eye.”

“To be fair,” Laudna’s lips are quirked and Imogen’s stomach does that thing it does when she feels like she’s made Laudna smile, “I think that might just be her face, darling.”

And that’s new, the term of endearment and the shade of purple in Laudna’s cheeks just after she says it, but then again, Imogen doesn’t usually talk about what a queer disaster she is because of Laudna in front of Laudna, so. 

“Um,” she says, and Laudna tilts her head and looks at her with what Fearne has told her probably 100 times really is fondness and not Imogen just wishing things, at least half the time tacking on an offer for a threesome that Imogen declines with a blush fierce enough to make Fearne coo and cackle. 

Unsurprising in the face of Imogen’s inability to find her words, Laudna still doesn’t seem totally convinced that Imogen isn’t hurt, humming under her breath before she asks, “Are you quite sure you’re alright? You know Letters is an EMT. They were just around the corner getting coffee. Actually, just to be safe…” 

She’s reaching for her phone again, and Imogen is distracted by the way the movement shifts the fabric near Laudna’s hip, the little sliver of nearly translucent skin on display where the black of her shirt has escaped the black of her linen pants. It’s only the glint of the screen in the sunlight and the threat of further shame that overrides her useless lesbianism, pushing her to shake her head and bring a hand to Laudna’s knee. 

It has the intended effect—Laudna stops texting and instead turns her full attention to her knee—and as soon as Imogen’s fingers twitch nervously, Laudna’s hand is on hers, surprisingly cool, calloused fingers wrapping around to rest against Imogen’s palm. 

She seems surprised at her own action, a thick, dark eyebrow raised like she doesn’t quite understand what’s happening, and it gives Imogen the smallest burst of confidence. 

“Hey,” she offers, and the smile that takes up residence feels much more natural, if a little wider than usual.

“Hello,” Laudna responds, shoulders relaxing a little as she smiles back. 

A cold nose nudges at her tricep and Imogen sighs. She tilts her head back and reaches her free hand for Flora, who has been waiting very politely for her mother to conclude her embarrassing, gay interaction and before that for her annoying cousin to get it together. She’s due her well-deserved walk. 

“I know, baby. Okay.” Laudna still hasn’t let go of her hand and Imogen doesn’t want her to, so she acts like she’s Relvin’s kid again for a second and does something about it, keeping her hand on Flora’s big jaw as she looks to their joined hands and then to Laudna’s open expression. “Would y’all, uh, you and Cav, I mean, wanna join us? For a walk?” 

And fuck. Mistake. Mistake. Mistake. Mister is up and on her as soon as she says the word, which means Laudna is forced back, hitting the ground next to her with a surprised noise that’s unfairly cute. 

“Oh my gods.” She pushes Mister to the side, stands, unclips his leash from her waist and hastily clips it around the closest light pole. “Laudna, shit, I’m so sorry. Let me,” she offers her hands to Laudna, who takes them after giving Caviar a reassuring pat, smiling the whole time. She’s still smiling as Imogen starts to help her up, smiling a little less as it becomes clear that Imogen has miscalculated the amount of strength to use, and trying very valiantly to turn a wince into a smile just before they collide. 

Imogen somehow manages to keep them stable, back foot out for balance and arms braced at Laudna’s waist. Before she can stutter out yet another apology, Laudna’s smiling again, for real, and then she’s laughing, and Imogen can’t look away. 

“I’m fine, darling, I promise,” she says through a last bout of laughter, running her hand through her hair again and shaking her head. “We would love to join you for a walk.”

“Oh,” she says, because of fucking course she does. “Neat.” She is pretty sure she’s never said that before in her life. 

“Neat,” Laudna echoes kindly, like it’s something people say, although Imogen is pretty sure she wants to laugh, too, the purse of her lips giving her away. 

“Oh, hush,” Imogen says, and Laudna does laugh then, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Yeah, yeah. I’m a useless lesbian. I get it.”

Laudna tsks. “Nonsense. You’re quite capable. Fearne has told me all about how well you did in vet school and I’ve seen the waitlist at your clinic.” 

She pats her leg and Caviar moves to stand beside her, leash in his mouth. Imogen grabs Flora and moves to get Mister, eager as ever, from the pole, clipping his leash around her again. 

“You know you don’t have to call the clinic. Just text me. I’ll fit y’all in whenever. And,” she has to say it, even as she wants to hug Fearne and shower her in those flaming hot chips she loves for definitely talking her up to Laudna, “I wouldn’t believe everything Fearnie says.” 

Laudna slides her glasses back on with something close to a smirk,

“Hmm. Well. That’s a shame. She’s told me quite a few things about you that I’d like to believe.” 

Imogen stumbles, cursing under her breath. The sting to her pride eases when Laudna’s stabilizing hand comes to her elbow and then stays for a long moment, eventually sliding down her arm and keeping close, the backs of their fingers brushing the whole walk home. 

[ceasarslegion]

Have you guys noticed the like. Weird attitude lately on this site that's like "I'm personally afraid of dogs so therefore no one is allowed to have their dogs exist around me or you're reckless and irresponsible and should have your dog taken away from you. What if someone has a phobia!" And like I hate to break this to you guys but if you go out in public the public will be there. And some of them will have dogs. They are allowed to have their dogs with them. It's actually on you to manage your fears and phobias and not on other people to lock their pets up forever and never let them go outside for your sake, a total stranger. "Well what about accessibility for xyz!" Well you can have dog friendly and accessible areas at the same time, did you know that? The dog owners are not the reason management didn't put a wheelchair ramp up to the cafe. And if youre afraid of dogs you can just not go to establishments that say dogs are welcome in them. Brb going into a lesbian bar and getting mad when most of them aren't interested in me

I also hate to break this to you but if you go to a public park there might be dogs off-leash there playing fetch and running around. Crazy thought I know. It's almost like if you go to a place where dogs are particularly known to frequent you might see dogs. And they might be off-leash if the environment is encouraging for it. This does not make the owners abusive and irresponsible. Brb playing fetch with my high-energy breed dog in a wide open field but only throwing the ball a few feet ahead because I can't let them off their leash or tumblr user pikafag with a toothpaste flag pfp will say my dog is dangerous and deserves to be euthanized

[amethyinst]

cant talk to normal hunger games fans because my number 1 favourite way to interact with it is imagining that gale and coin are having a femdom relationship during mockingjay. and coin is an autistic lesbian possibly some shade of asexual she does not romantically platonically or sexually like gale she's just letting off some steam. and gale is in his tight mao shirt collar in the middle of his little bolshevik revolution/katniss love triangle drama. and gale is like Katniss come on coin isnt that bad shes a good leader and youre similar and she has good ideas. cut to half an hour ago when he was weeping a gag in his mouth crawling on all fours with coin holding the leash while she sips her government issued coffee ration giving him like 0.01% brain space. and this is how i interact with the hunger games

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

When requests are open;3 jeff, ben, (im sorry i love them) and child reader maybe 12/13? that is the biggest troublemaker ever. Like this kid has put jeffs WHITE hoodie in the washer with sallys PINK dress and they scared Ben to make him lose his game😭 like they are the definition of chaos and they do not think when they speak, they are very flirty with others, they also tried hitting on jane once.. butttt that dont matter rn. But like put this damn child on a leash‼️ (sorry for yapping:c)

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Summary: Various creeps with a trouble maker child reader headcanons

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

A/n: I changed up the format a bit idkkk

Credits- Any creepypasta characters used- Creepypasta, Divider- waspsribbon

Oh lord

Oh lordy lord

Let's get one thing straight, due to you being a trouble maker, you aren't allowed in a lot of places

For example, you aren't allowed to be anywhere near "perfectionist" creeps, creeps with anger issues, or the more "scary" creeps

Both for your own safety and for the mental wellbeing of said creeps

This being said, you still find ways to have fun

Despite being not allowed around Jeff, you can still get your hands on his hoodie when he leaves it out on the couch by mistake

And of course, being such good friends with Sally, she doesn't say no to you giving her favorite dress a wash

Jeff is confused, because he can't find his hoodie anywhere, no matter how hard he looks

Someone suggests that he check the laundry, because it isn't uncommon for other's clothes to end up in someone else's laundry

Then, all the whole manor hears "You're fucking kidding!" as Jeff discovers his hoodie, dyed a shade of light pink

Seeing Sally's dress in there with it, he assumes that it's sally's fault

So he storms up to Sally's room, holding up his hoodie and going "You think this is funny?"

Sally doesn't like being yelled at, so she almost immediately starts crying, trying to explain that it wasn't her that put her dress in there with his hoodie

All the while, you giggle at the mischif

You are allowed around Ben, as he doesn't pose a threat to you in any way

And because of how emotionless he is, you like to try and find ways to get a reaction out of him

He almost always seems to catch on to what you are doing though, so you never get the chance to actually put your plan into action

But this time, he is distracted by Toby talking to him while he plays video games

He is trying to beat his current high score, so the tensions are high

You see your chance and sneak up on him, to which he is none the wiser

You then wait until he is very focused, before screaming right by his ear, making him jump and lose the game

As the "Game over" tune plays on the screen, he just stares at you, absolutely bewildered that you would do such a thing to him

Ben's a pretty chill guy, but the number one unspoken rule with him is DONT fuck with his video games

Toby is also shocked, stating "There's no way that just happened"

Ben doesn't even know what to do

He's just so shocked that somebody would do that

He is still silent as you laugh and walk away

You are allowed around Jane, as she is one of the caretakers of the manor

Jane gets flirted with a lot, mostly by the men of the manor despite her being a lesbian

They promptly get either told off or a middle finger in their face

Even though she's used to being flirted with at this point, she would have never expected to be flirted with by a child

As she brings you your breakfast, you look up at her and say "You know, if we got married i'd cook for you everyday"

She thinks you are just being a sweet kid at this point, so she replies "Aw, how sweet! You're too young to marry me though, silly"

Another day, she is dressed up as she is going to a party, to which you say "Jane, you really are a sight for sore eyes"

She is flabbergasted, like where did you hear that????

She just awkwardly laughs before walking away

[gamer-goo]

@lastdayofouracquaintance gonna do an actual post for this so it’s not all in replies and also I can go point by point.

To start, the problem with the word Degenerate is not homophobia or transphobia(it has been used for many, many more groups like Marxists, disabled people, Jewish people, etc), it is that the word necessarily implies a norm to have been degenerated from, hence why it is used for all these groups. It is a word that constructs an ideal that is extremely useful to conservatives and reactionaries for that reason.

As for the “female subordination point” let me paint a picture. I am a lesbian, I am a transgender woman, and most importantly for this conversation, I am a rape victim. When I have sex with someone where we pretend that I am violating their consent, it is with women, occasionally with other victims. Does this eroticize female subordination? I won’t disagree that it eroticizes rape but that’s. The point sort of! When men perform CNC scenes with other men is that playing at female subordination? Quite possibly the most damning question is: what about when a woman is the perpetrator and the man is the victim in this scene? For you to lay a blanket statement like that reads to me as someone who does actually have an abstract disgust and has tried to justify that rather than challenge it. Me being a sexual sadist is something that feels good for me and for my partners, we discuss it, establish limits, make clear what kinds of aftercare we both need(would you believe that the perpetrator in these scenes also needs aftercare? Wow!), all because it is mutual and safe. I can tell you from intimate experience it is not even remotely about female subordination, it’s about dominance and about control, and subordination in general in a sexual sense!

As for pet play playing into misogynistic tropes I’ve got zero clue what you’re talking about. What about someone putting their partner on a leash or making them bark or eat out of a bowl or locking them in a crate is misogynist. I think you’re talking out of your ass on this one.

As for the race play question you asked in a different reply, I can’t answer you! I’m a white woman who doesn’t have a raceplay kink! But again I think you’re falling into the trap of thinking about these kinks as one sided, something with a victim. Do you have any consideration for when the “victim” is the instigator? Relating it to the above kinks, when my partners ask me to keep going when they say No, or ask me to put them on a leash, things we discuss and are aware of the risks of and we BOTH consent to! Are these all damning examples of the inherent evil of these kinks?

Put frankly I don’t think I’ll be able to make clear to you how little it is Your Concern what consenting adults do with each other in the bedroom. Like what is your solution, make it illegal? Have classes where we teach people how wrong it is to have a rape kink? Culturally shame people who do them?(we already do this btw! It leads to people doing it irresponsibly and unsafely!) there is a reason I asked your opinion of the word Degenerate, and it’s because you make the same arguments as radfems and sexual conservatives! I sincerely think you need to re-examine your sexual politics, you cannot draw a line without it being moved here. Rape is bad, but when people pretend to rape each other for sexual gratification of both parties involved, that is NOT the same!

To be clear you will not convince me otherwise, these are conclusions I have thought long and hard about and are consistent with my other political beliefs. If you can’t make peace with that, get off my posts and block me.

[mamawasatesttube]

What do you think of timkonbart? Or of YJ being one giant polycule

to me, bart is soooo aroace but also just soooo affectionate and close with his friends. my ideal timkonbart dynamic is like... timkon are romantically together, konbart are a qpp, timbart are beloved besties, and this resolves out more or less to like. timkon go on a date. bart shows up to steal from both of their plates and tim buys him the entire dessert menu. bart heckles tim about knowing the kind of cute lingerie kon bought recently. bart happily smacks kon's ass and always likes to sit in his lap. he tells tim to be faster next time if he wants that spot. tim is like i physically can't go faster than you and you know that. bart just shrugs and says rip, skill issue! tim retaliates by sitting on top of him and saying kon, let's make out. and bart is like NO NO DON'T YOU DARE DO THAT WITH ME IN THE MIDDLE IM JUST TRYING TO PLAY SMASH. they all bond by watching star trek. kon says hey tim, if i was an alien in desperate need of breeding, and tim cuts him off to say oh, you already are. bart attempts to smother tim with a pillow. they are all having a great time. it's about the intimacy of knowing exactly how to push each other's buttons AND how to make each other laugh harder than anyone else.

core four polycule is like... cassie is too much of a lesbian for me to ever see her actually being romantically or sexually interested in tim kon and bart, BUT they're still like. they're her boys. no romance or sex required. they're just cassie's boys! i guess im saying i see them all as deeply qp but the funnier way to put it is that she could definitely just put them all on leashes and take them for a walk.

[butch-corvid]

Thinking about being the amenity at a very high end women’s country club, their filthy pet dyke they can sate all their deviant urges on before going back to their homophobic husbands. Serving them drinks in nothing but an apron and maybe a leather collar, licking their heels clean whenever they command it and working the leather until it shines, getting ordered around with finger snaps and whistles like I’m just a dumb little bitch that’s not deserving of full verbal orders. staying edged for them so I’m always eager to service them, to bend over for their straps. Every time I try to say no to one of their requests another woman can shove her fingers inside me and show everyone how wet my fuckhole is as proof that I must like it.

Holding my leash and making me crawl to service them orally while they talk about politics, about their latest campaign fundraiser, about how they’ll be attending a charity dinner to raise funds for the campaigns of bigoted politicians. Pulling me off their cunts and making me agree with everything they say while I’m too much of a pathetic slut to articulate an argument. laughing at how stupid I am, working against my own self interest, while i barely react to their taunts, too focused on getting my tongue as far into the pussy in front of me to feel ashamed.

Staying tied up and gagged with nipple clamps and a vibrator on me, so that the more I squirm and thrash, the more it hurts. being their centerpiece as they do something else, so that they can mess with the settings on the vibrator, teasing me with the lowest setting or making me scream out when they send it all the way up. maybe it’s at a fancy dinner or something, and the waitstaff is just completely ignoring me, trying to beg for mercy through the gag. Once my pussy is all edged and sensitive and dripping, they can see how much they can fit inside me, working me open with the cocks I usually wear to service them and laughing as I cum over and over

Having me fuck a girl in front of them for entertainment while they degrade us for being stupid lesbian whores that’d do anything to get off for their betters. bonus points if she’s a trans girl so all the women can coo about how it’s just “so tragic” that all of these trans women are invading lesbian spaces while getting off to the sight of me breeding the girl until we’re too fucked out to even move after and she’s dripping with my cum. Maybe they’ll have her fuck them so I can eat her cum out of their pussies afterwards, desperately wishing I could be bred too

Pouring me expensive liquor until I’m nothing but an easy, pliant, half passed out puddle in their arms. dressing me up in expensive clothes just to rip them off me. giving me expensive things just to show they can, just to see me glare at them with hatred and jealousy. in exchange for sexual favors, of course. maybe they make bets with me. the longer I can cockwarm a woman’s strap all the way down without pulling off, the more money they’ll give me. but if I pull off before a certain time (i don’t know it, of course), they’ll get to record me as porn for them to get off to later. maybe seeing how many spanks I can take. if I can make it to 100 without crying, they’ll tip me extra. If I cry, they’ll tie me down and let some of the club staff take out all their frustrations on my helpless body.

Dressing me up in girl clothes and making fun of me for not passing as a girl, then tying me down and taking turns riding my cock until my mascara runs from overstimulation and my makeup is ruined. saying I look so much better like this, so that I’m just enough of a boy to be allowed to fuck them but enough of a dyke to be humiliated for it.

And, of course, I keep coming back. I say it’s for the money (college tuition, rent in this economy, gifts for my girlfriends), but really I just enjoy being a degenerate bootlicking dyke for women who repulse me

[ahamkara-apologist]

Uh. You said to put this suggestion in your inbox so here 👍

Aeris sucking Taniks' dick under the table in some backwater bar on the edge of the known universe. Both tipsy and making baaaaad decisions.

Have fun writing lesbians n have fun writing this eventually yeah 👍

I'm havin a fuckin blast and am on a roll, so I'm more than happy to oblige!

(Quick note- there's some dirty talk and mentions of extreme sadomasochism in here, but no worries, Aeris is very much into it. There's also a reference to an accidental mutual bond bite as well- dw about it :))

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Deep in the core of his still-beating heart, beyond the fog of the alcohol, Taniks sensed that this might have been a bad idea. 

It had started off more as a means of testing the limits of his new pet than it had been about testing the boundaries of what his sordid reputation allowed him. Get the Young Wolf under a collar under the freak’s own volition, start forcing him to do things that Taniks would sooner dock himself than ever even think about giving in to. Push his limits, break them through, drive him off so that they could go back to killing each other instead of…whatever the fuck odd sort of mateship the both of them had stumbled into. 

The problem was that the Lightbearer was genuinely into whatever fucked-up shit he threw at him. And this was no exception.

Under the table, the hot wet muscle of Aeris’s tongue pushed itself between the plates of his sheath, lapping eagerly at the soft flesh beneath. Taniks cursed into his drink, crappy old plasteel boards creaking as his mechanical toes curled, and forced himself not to buck forward as the human’s soft lips coaxed his swelling hemipenes out into the open, taking the intact one directly into his mouth. Another gulp of his drink settled him a bit, while the claws of his left secondary tightened on the leash leading to the guardian’s collar. He felt the slight bob of movement on the end, felt the soft puff of air as the human briefly choked, and then squeezed his eyes shut at the near-silent moan, the small hands resting on his thighs tightening as Aeris dipped his head further down his shaft. 

It wasn’t like he was sullying the bar’s reputation. This place was a shithole in every sense of the word; Taniks only ever went here when he was really desperate for glimmer, and every single time without fail, he was tempted to just burn it all down so he could watch the rat’s nest of society’s lowest scatter to the stars. Maybe hunt a few of the cockier mercenaries down, remind them why the services of Taniks the Scarred were worth such a high price. Toy with them a bit, then splatter their brains to bits against their pretty little ships, take them in to give to Eramis for her to play with. Or he could let them escape, let them think they were safe, and then called Eramis in to go play with them herself, give her something to do when she grew sick of playing politics.  

The Sol system’s worst, and he was its Kell. The thought amused him more than it should, and he chuffed into his drink as he set about fucking his pet’s throat. 

Others knew what he was doing, he was sure. The bar was dimly lit, and had that peculiar cocktail reek that resulted from a bunch of different species all mingling together to drink themselves sick, but that did not matter; all eyes were inevitably drawn to Taniks the Scarred. He’d come in with a Lightbearer on a leash in an unusually good mood, and that Lightbearer had mysteriously disappeared after a couple of drinks without a struggle. It didn’t take a genius to figure out where he’d gone, and the shitty little booths held nothing. He didn’t think it was fear alone that was keeping all but the drunkest of whores from looking over to his corner. Didn’t matter which Lightbearer it was. It was still a Lightbearer, and it was still Taniks, and he could honestly probably just start fucking him on the table for all to see and still get away with nothing more than a few odd murmurs here or there, or scandalized whispers from the exiled idiots still clinging to titles and glory rather than accepting the fact that they were seen as worse than scum in their old faction’s eyes.

Not like it mattered. Wasn’t like he was welcome anywhere anyways, apart from Eramis’s House. And he wasn’t keen to hear her lecture him on the dangers of fucking with Lightbearers 

Aeris pulled himself off of his intact hemipene to give his severed one some attention, mouthing at it with those soft, fuzzy little mammal lips while trying his best to stick his tongue down the hole in his shaft- something he’d been doing more recently, like he was trying to fuck the seminal channel with his tongue. Taniks grunted, and kicked him in the ribs to get him to move back to the intact one, more interested in easy pleasure than trying to process if he liked the oddly electric sensation it gave him. Sticking a cold metal rod down its length to keep the passage dilated was a very different sensation than someone sticking their tongue in it, while the tight hot pressure of Aeris’s throat wasn’t far off from fucking a nice tight cunt. Maybe even better, because he could make him choke on it, and he knew that the little freak would rather asphyxiate than stick a knife in his thigh and call it quits. 

The server- a Vandal clutching a serving platter like it was his lifeline- came over to his table, practically reeking of fear. Taniks considered shifting his leg to better hide what Aeris was doing to him, but the alcohol burning in his blood told him otherwise. Instead, he just cocked his head and lounged back against the wall, chuffing in amusement as he felt Aeris’s throat convulse around him at the movement, his useless little human claws scrambling against his thighs. 

“Fuck do you want?” He grunted, baring his teeth; he’d unlatched the lower part of his helm so that he would be able to drink, and it showed off his mandibles quite nicely. The mark that Aeris had left on the side of his neck remained hidden by a mixture of his mantle and his scarf; he didn’t want anyone to know that this was anything more than an act of humiliation, instead of the alternative, which was that it was an act of humiliation that occurred after being bound together by a mutual fuckup. “I didn’t call you over, now did I?”

“I-I have come to ask if you wish for more drinks. And-” A hard swallow, the vandal’s eyes darting back to the bar- “and to request that you take any relations you may be having to your ship. Respectfully.”

Taniks cocked his head, then made a show of looking under the table, to where his pet knelt between his legs. Aeris’s ether-blue eyes stared back up at him, half-lidded with drunken arousal and teary from his choking, the collar around his throat doing a fine job at covering the mating-mark marring his neck. He was suckling at the head of Taniks’s cock, each pull sending a pleasant tingle of heat flushing through his abdomen, and the hard line of his own cock was clearly visible through the tight civilian pants Taniks had told him to wear, the fabric darker near the tip. It was a pleasant sight, and the rush of power that surged through him paired well with the alcohol. “Why? Want to join him?”

The Vandal’s eyes dipped down on instinct, and then shot back up, a fearful chitter sounding in his throat. Whether it was because he recognized the human playing with his hemipenes, was appalled by the state said hemipenes were in, or was just terrified at the thought of letting those teeth come close to his own pricks, Taniks wasn’t sure. Didn’t really care either. “N- you’re scaring the other patrons.”

“You can fuck his ass if you want.” Taniks continued on as if he hadn’t heard him speak, jerking on the leash to yank Aeris up further onto his lap, pulling him half out from under the table. Aeris choked, scrambling for purchase on Taniks’s thighs, but he saw the way his cock twitched in his pants as Taniks offered him to the server vandal, the colour of his cheeks changing the way that it usually did when Taniks was about to do something he wanted to him. In the back of his mind, the part that was still sober, he noted how funny it felt that he was able to recognize that now. “Good fucking luck getting off on him, unless you like sticking your pricks into fucked-out whores. I fucked him open last night, he’s still just as wet and loose as he was then. But I’m hardly going to judge someone for their poor tastes.”

He dropped his voice and leaned in closer, shoving Aeris back under the table. He went with a soft yelp, which Taniks fully ignored as he loomed over the trembling vandal. “Or you can give us more of what we ordered, and fuck off before I grab you by the muzzle and tear your head off your scrawny little body for wasting my time and ether speaking to you.”

The waiter got the point. He scrambled off like a scorch cannon had gone out under his ass, and Taniks leaned back in the booth again, pleased. There was a brief pause, and then Aeris’s mouth was back on him as soon as he got settled, this time forgoing his hemipenes entirely to lap at the entrance of his broodpouch, trying to entice it to unfurl under the hot, warm pressure of his mouth.

Taniks closed his eyes and indulged him, letting his body relax into the building pleasure. The din of the bar faded to a dull roar around him, made irrelevant compared to the sloppy sounds of the Lightbearer’s mouth on his cunt and the soft, short moans he made as he opened him up enough to fuck him with his tongue. The pulsing heat on his entrance barely did anything for him, and Aeris’s movements were getting sloppier and sloppier as the ether Taniks had consumed earlier began to come through in his slick, but the feeling of something warm, wet, and wriggling against his hole was still enough to make him think wistfully about how good it felt to be fucked by something.   

Maybe he’d show him his toy collection when he brought him back to the ship, or let him fuck him with that weirdly rigid stick of a prick. It wouldn’t do anything for Taniks, but it would be amusing to watch, and then he could fuck him again while he was still loose-limbed and shaky from it. Overstimulate him, see if he could make him fucked out enough to lose control of his Light again like he did last night, when he’d cried out and let out a charge of arc energy after he’d been too drained to come. Turn him into a crying, bleeding mess that would still beg Taniks for more, let him push him to his limits and still have it not be enough, because he was just as much of an outcast and a freak as the one who’d claimed him, and had found the second-best place Taniks could put him other than his final grave. 

Remind Taniks that he’d put the collar on him because he wanted the amusement of having the Lightbearer that killed him twice at the end of the leash, instead of the alien that he’d claimed in a rush of frantic, needy heat when he felt those blunt human teeth clamp around his throat in a mating bite, the only one he knew he’d ever get.   

He pulsed at the thought of it, and tugged on the leash without looking, not wanting to leak all over the chair despite the ever- present filth of the place. Shit was hell on his joints when it gelled up. Aeris coughed, but set to cleaning up his lengths with great enthusiasm, the moan in his throat sending a pleasant buzz up the length of his cocks as he licked them clean of precum.     

A different server returned when Aeris was throatfucking him in full; this time, it was a captain-sized Eliksni, and she wore the twisted sash of a sex worker around her hips. She placed the drinks on the table without meeting his eyes or looking at his toy, giving him a respectful nod; he returned it, albeit stiffly, and then leaned back against the wall, sinking into the hot pleasure radiating through his body as he slammed back their drinks- all but one. 

Now uninterrupted, the pulsing heat of the human’s throat around his intact prick built him towards orgasm quickly, and he rode it out with a low purr of satisfaction, rocking his hips in tandem with each bob of the guardian’s head. Heat coiled in his lower abdomen, aided by the alcohol, but it still wasn’t quite enough to tip him over the edge. Forgoing the leash and choke collar entirely, he grabbed Aeris by the hair, then forced him down til his nose hit his sheath- and then, as the human spasmed and choked and gouged his blunt nails into the sparse skin still left on his thighs, he came down his throat, holding him there until his dicks stopped pulsing and Aeris’s lips were starting to turn blue. 

He could tell he wasn’t quite finished, not yet, but the rest of it could wait until he was back on the ketch. He hooked a claw under the collar, then pulled his pet up into his lap, not bothering to check if Aeris was still breathing. Not that it mattered much, he supposed, but he still was, and he came willingly, if not with great effort. As soon as Taniks released his collar, he collapsed against him, panting; there was come and drool tricking down his chin, with more gelling up in his hair, and his blue eyes were distant, staring at a fixed point that Taniks couldn’t see. Bruises dappled his neck, with some bleeding scrapes from where the barbs of the choke collar had dug into his skin, and his lips were puffy from the barbs of his cock raking over them. But the most damning part of the picture- and the one that amused Taniks the most- was the wide wet stain at the crotch of his pants, as well as the conspicuous absence of his erection. 

“‘Course you’d come from me using you like that, you filthy little whore.” He raked a claw through the jizz in Aeris’s hair, resisting the urge to groom it out, then held the last of the alcohol to his mouth, a fruity little ether fizz that probably made up more of a drekh’s rations than what half of them in the bar would ever get in a moon cycle. He could feel their stares from here, but he didn’t bother to look up, even though all of them scrambling to look busy would have made for quite the amusing sight. “Drink. Don’t want to insult our lovely patrons.”

Aeris drank. He downed the whole thing with the same foggy, distant look in his eyes that he had when Taniks had pulled him onto his lap, which was enough to tell him that whatever he was saying was falling on deaf ears. He chuffed at him, clicking his mandibles in mock-disappointment, then stood, dropping him off of his lap to jerk him towards the door. “Follow. This place was a waste of our time.”

The Lightbearer stumbled after him, and though he didn’t have much of a choice with the leash around his throat, Taniks liked to believe that he would have looked just as pathetic parading him around behind him otherwise. To the sex worker who served them last, he flipped a cube of glimmer, but he left nothing else. Their lives were payment enough, and they knew it. And as the other patrons watched them stumble out of the bar, staring after them with disgust and curiosity and revulsion and fear, he knew that what he had done was writ plain on Aeris’s face, marking him as his just as clearly as the collar around his throat or the scars on his neck. 

Taniks, the Scarred. Taniks, Guardian-Keeper. Taniks, Lightbearer-Tamer. 

He liked the sound of that. 

…So long as Eramis didn’t find out.

[skylarkking]

Ships that make me go FERAL. 🔞

Tfp Ratchet x Optimus. These two... oh my fucking God these two. I imagine Ratchet being a valvedom here and having Optimus on a leash as foreplay whenever the pair were alone with eachother. Like just the thought of Optimus whimpering for release as Ratchet touches every sensitive spot on him. Fucking amazing. Plus there is such a gay romance between them in tfp that makes my heart go wee!

Tfa Shockwave x Blurr. Tiny doms are my FAVORITE thing. Blurr being absolutely tiny compared to Shockwave yet being able to make the Decepticon become a begging whining mess is just *chefs kiss*. I also think this ship would be one of those super tragic ones if it ever happened in cannon and I think it came about because of how Shockwave's voice somewhat wavered when he crushed Blurr.

MTMTE Megatron x Rung. *incoherent feral goblin noises*

Armada Megatron x Optimus. Now let me explain something to you all. This show (at least the English dub) is RIDDLED with homoerotic sexual tension. In all other continuities that I've seen thus far (aside from MTMTE and MAYBE earthspark [which idk because I have yet to watch earthspark]) when Optimus fucking dies the Megatron of that continuity REJOICES! But Armada Megatron? No, he fucking MOURNS! He straight up cries out for him and has a massive "I've won, but at what cost?" Moment.

Cyberverse Hot Rod x Soundwave. Do I need to explain myself with this one? Of course I do because I'm a fucking degenerate! I KNOW these two bastards have the nastiest, angriest interface sessions EVER! I'm talking full on BDSM shit where it's not just a frag session, but a battle of dominance. At first these sort of things were merely angry frags just to get off, but over time they became ADDICTED to eachother. So much so that the hate slowly became love. And when Soundwave sacrificed himself and was no more, I think a piece of Hot Rod died with him.

G1 Starscream x Skyfire. Look okay just... just listen. I headcannon that for YEARS Starscream blamed himself for the disappearance of Skyfire and that made him extremely cold on the inside. When the Decepticons found Skyfire Starscream literally was battling with guilt the entire time and was doing everything to make amends with the one he loved only to lose him again. This time, to the Autobots.

BW Dinobot x Rattrap. Gotta love a good hate fuck.

Cyberverse chromia x windblade. THESE TWO! AHHHHHHH GIVE ME THE LESBIAN LOVE THEY DESERVE EACHOTHER OMG!!!! I ENVY I ENVY I FUCKING ENVY!

Tfa Lockdown x Swindle. Fucking greedy little leeches the both of them. They would have the roughest interface and Lockdown would have to gag Swindle to prevent the bot from trying to negotiate (since he HAS to make a deal due to his greed programming that is hardwired into him). But despite being rough with eachother I think they genuinely love eachother. They just are too prideful to fully say it.

[butchyeons]

Ok definitely interested in nsfw HCs for them not just because duh it’d be hot but im interested in how they’d work things out but I think it’s nice to see both trans and disability rep with those sorts of things :3

ok ok so *rubs hands together* there is a lot. sorry i’m insane but there’s so much to be said. they’ve been together for so long and they know each other so well ugh i love lesbians. anyways i will put it under a read more bc yes

minors dni

general stuff:

there aren’t exactly set positions. jeongyeon does tend to be more of the top because she doesn’t enjoy penetration as much as nahyo

however! nayeon is actually lowkey the most dominant. she likes to give as much as she can- but she has a sadist streak in her that just cannot be tamed

jihyo tends to be the most needy out of all of them. she is very fun to play with, and najeong love to play with her LMAO

and then more stuff about them individually

jihyo:

her bottom dysphoria was really rough at the beginning. she had to rlly get herself in the mindset to really do anything at all, which could take a bit. but when she met najeong, it all kinda went out the window. they practically worship her dick it’s not even funny

she does have to take pills to. yknow. help get it up since estrogen makes it harder for her to get hard, especially now that she’s getting a little older. but she is so horny it’s crazy. ofc najeong doesn’t judge her for this

she isn’t big by any means but she’s thick. also uncut bc yes that’s so fun. you can only imagine what happens when they give her head

she loves when they suck her off. like. they’re so good to her sometimes it makes her want to cry but really they both just have crazy head game. having them both on her at once is a very quick way to get her to finish fast

she loves being fucked but she loves to fuck nayeon even more. after her accident, they had to find ways to make everything work. missionary is the easiest for her. she can’t really hold herself up for long periods of time anymore, but if she has a pillow under her hips she can last a lot longer.

if nayeon can’t handle it though jihyo will eat her out until she herself can’t think straight. she gets pussy drunk like no one’s business

the breeding kink is so fucking bad. she wants jeongyeon to knock her up more than anything else on this earth. it’s so bad they had to get a strap that cums LMAO

she also loves breeding nayeon. and then eating her out afterwards. yay

her daddy/mommy kink is also so crazy. she just loves the lack of control over everything else like damn. she needs to be owned

she rlly hates overstim. anything that’s too much sensory input overwhelms her in a bad way. she can handle some but not too much of it

however she loves pain. she purposely buys nayeon new nails so she can tear her back up. she also rlly loves when jeongyeon spanks her as a punishment. she only likes her hands though- toys are too much

they’ve been experimenting with a chastity cage. nayeon makes her wear it as a punishment- makes her watch jeongyeon fuck her. jihyo seems to really like it- it’s just uncomfortable enough for it to be pleasurable for her LMAO

she doesn’t rlly like any form of like. fleshlight type toys. the texture is rlly weird, and they can overwhelm her easily. any toys they try have to pass the jihyo sensory test

she does enjoy a nice collar and leash though

also the sweat thing rlly wasn’t a joke. she rlly does like when jeongyeon’s all sweaty. multiple times she has practically jumped her the moment she walked in the door after an especially long day at work. bc she likes it a lot. but god forbid she ever straight up admits that to jeongyeon- she will never let her live it down

she needs a lot of aftercare, even for the most simple of scenes. she can get stuck in her head a bit, or sometimes the dysphoria does come back. but najeong always provides it. she gets taken care of first almost always. she’s their baby fr they just want her comfortable

one time she got overwhelmed in the middle of stuff and had to stop and that’s when the autism question popped in her head. LMAO like she’s pulled out and clinging onto nayeon for dear life while jeongyeon eats her out and she’s just like “guys do you think i should get tested for autism??” just 30 year old undiagnosed lesbian things

jeongyeon:

they both call her daddy. bc of course they do

like i said before she’s not huge abt penetration- she tends to be the one wearing the strap the most. she rlly prefers clit stimulation only- and she rlly loves overstim- bc penetration just hurts and it always kinda has for her. plus she can get in her head about it

however, she’s let jihyo fuck her plenty of times. jeongyeon loves how excited jihyo gets when she lets it happen- multiple times she’s nearly cum from jeongyeon just putting on the condom. it’s that bad

jihyo doesn’t use condoms with nayeon- doesn’t exactly have to. but she has to with jeongyeon. one time they were not thinking abt it and well… they had a pregnancy scare LMAO! sometimes they rlly can’t just stop a scene to get a condom on, so it doesn’t happen often

she’s not gonna be upset if she doesn’t get off. she’s more concerned abt her girls’ pleasure before her own

one of jeongyeon’s favorite things to do is encourage jihyo to fuck nayeon. like. omg she loves to tell jihyo just how good she’s doing- how good she fucks her

one of her fave things is holding either nayeon or jihyo while the other eats them out/sucks them off. she just loves dirty talk- she’s very vocal

she doesn’t shave at all but on the occasion where nahyo eats her out, she asks if she should. only to be met with a swift no. they would fr kill her if the bush went anywhere. it’s a TREAT

since it’s hard for nayeon to hold herself upright for too long, jeongyeon rlly loves to ride her face. and jihyo eats nayeon out while they do this. it’s great

her breeding kink also goes so crazy. like she isn’t getting bred, she’s doing it. she wants to get them pregnant so bad but god gave her that stupid pussy!! a butch can dream tho

her chest is super sensitive. and since she sleeps practically naked bc she’s so warm, it makes it rlly easy for jihyo and nayeon to take advantage of that

part of why she’s been considering going on t is bc she rlly wants a tdick. like. not only would it help her feel better abt her body, but she thinks tdicks are incredibly hot- and she wants one so bad

a thought she gets off to so often is the idea of nayeon giving jihyo instructions on how to suck her off. so that’s crazy

if she does end up going on t there’s probably gonna be a whole fic abt them all learning how to get her off together with the bottom growth. it’s rlly sweet for all of them

she doesn’t need a lot of aftercare. on the rare occasion she does, it’s mostly just being held and reassured. she’s trying to get better abt it, but she can’t help but feel out of body after sex sometimes

she might be the top but she’s rlly not the one in control- that’s nayeon’s job

nayeon:

she tends to be the most dominant even if she isn’t topping. she loves to give jeonghyo orders. she likes being in control, and jeonghyo rlly do give it to her. she’s always been like that to a degree

she rlly does love to watch jeongyeon absolutely rail jihyo into the mattress while she gets herself off with her fingers or a toy

she really loves wearing the strap and making jihyo ride her. she also loves watching jeongyeon jack her off until she cums all over her stomach. like top 5 sights ever to nayeon truly

sometimes she makes jihyo call her mommy, but she always calls jeongyeon daddy

one of her fave things to do is overstimulate jeongyeon while jihyo watches and isn’t allowed to touch. she loves to use their wand on jeongyeon- edging her before keeping it pressed against her until she sobs. they’ve been doing this and keeping jihyo wearing the chastity cage, with a plug in her ass. jihyo says she’s never finished harder in her entire life than after the first time they did it. it was all nayeon’s idea LMAO

she loves jihyo’s dick in her. like she’s obsessed with how it stretches her out in just the right ways. she loves when jeongyeon fucks her too, but nothing compares to jihyo’s dick. and she gets to take it raw so that’s another thing that makes her head absolutely spin

her head game is genuinely ridiculous. she’s made both of them finish in literal minutes. which is rlly good for her bc she can’t hold herself up for too long without her leg locking up

a few times she’s gotten so carried away that she didn’t notice her leg locking up. and then that’s a whole mess- but she says it was so worth it while jeongyeon and jihyo pepper her leg and hip in kisses, massaging it to help it stop cramping

another fave position of hers is riding jihyo while jeongyeon holds her up from behind. it just feels so good to have her girls making sure she’s safe and comfortable during everything

another breeding kink sufferer. not only does it apply to jeongyeon, she wants jihyo to get her pregnant so bad. they are filthy.

she doesn’t like a lot of pain. the most she can handle is some hair pulling. she’s okay with overstim and edging- but rlly she loves to dish it out more than anything else. and she never gets punished bc she’s princess #1!!

she rlly wants to try pet play. she’s obsessed with bunny tail plugs bc of course she is. but she also wants to make jeonghyo her puppies- jeongyeon especially

her sex drive kinda crazy icl she would fuck them every single day if she had the chance or the energy

she loves aftercare. she loves to pamper jeonghyo and loves when they pamper her. she loves cuddles so much, probably just as much as jihyo. but she also loves to help jeongyeon put medicine on jihyo’s back, loves to help talk jeongyeon down from any anxiety she has. words of affirmation are her thing, and that applies heavily in her aftercare

jeongyeon always helps her get up and move around after they get done. jihyo joins too once she’s recovered. it’s not good for her to stay in one place for too long. her bones creak a lot and they joke abt it but she rlly feels nothing but love from her girls

ok phew. their sex goes so crazy. but it’s so much love it’s rlly insane just how much those three love each other. they rlly work well with each other, which is one thing that rlly keeps them all together. jihyo is genuinely convinced they were made for one another- like they all work out so perfectly. anyways it’s all sappy and gay and i love them so bad