been playing with the idea a lot of being prey and how terrified prey wonāt freeze itāll run for its life⦠being caught in the middle of a chase scene⦠running and darting for as long as i can, only to be caught by a hunter and beaten to kill the fresh prey. it knocks me out, and iām helpless at that point. i come to tied up tightly like a fresh catch. iām already wet from the chase alone, and the more worn down i get, the harder it is to ignore. the hunter then begins to prod at my bruises, careful to examine me thoroughly. this is all before sliding into me fully. i twitch and scream out as the hunter draws out my first orgasm. the goal is to overstimulating the meat to relax it more and more. after a chase, iām always so sensitive. i decide not to fight it. i finally completely give in. iām only given a small moment to breathe before the first decisive bite. i twitch, relaxing into it. the hunter begins to devour me, ripping and tearing into my body. iām so overwhelmed and exhausted, i go limp. as i start to black out again, all i can hear is the satisfied growls and moans from the one eating into me. āall mineā are the last words i hear.
lab rat sub strapped down to a table with a wand pressed up against them on the highest setting, overstimulating them, who is whining and writhing in agony and begging for mercy vs. scientist dom who is casually ignoring their pleas so they can sit back, watch, and take notes.
topping mascs is so rewardingā¦. especially when you tease them the whole day and their facade finally breaks when you get home and they start begging to be touched⦠and you finally slide your fingers into them and feel how wet youāve made them and how they whimper when you press against their g spot and how they gasp when you rub their clit at the same time and how they fall apart beneath you while you make them cumā¦..mmm yum
Mean femme shoving a dildo that's just a little bit too big in me... making sure it stays by yanking my tight boxers back up and into place... assuring me condescendingly when I whine about the size and how I can't focus... giving me something else to focus on by shoving her pussy in my face... letting me sit there and squirm, knowing every little movement will just make me more sensitive to it... barely paying me any mind until I'm well beyond crying and incoherent
jdjfjfk Something about a sub4sub Puppyboy and Bunnyboy breeding gets me fucked up.
Imagine a puppy being a sub top and begging for permission just to cum in his loving bunny while the bunnyās just whining and crying out in estacy
Or a bunny breeding his puppy relentlessly because he just canāt help himself and how horny he is and the barks and yips of his puppy beneath him are just to cute to stop
AUGH or a puppy being too shy to ask his bunny to choke him but when he finally does he spends the whole time after and during thanking his bunny and telling them how much he loves him
Or a bunny eating out and sucking his puppy off because his puppy asked just so nicely and he knows how hard it was for him to ask and he just canāt get over how adorable his puppy is with his back arched and shoving his bunnyās head further onto his dick sighā¦
And the aftercare would go crazy because it would just be two whiny sobbing messing kissing each other and humping and murmuring I love you AUGH I need this
objectification mixed with praise is such a weakness for me. iām not just an object for you, but one you cherish and take care of. one you show off! one you canāt shut up about. iām so useful & helpful being a toy for you. i think you could convince me to do anything for you if you praise me enough⦠service any time of the day, because iām just so good for you.
that said. i do love the sort of role twist of being a submissive vampire. one image is of being penetrated at the same moment i bite down on their neck.
and the fact that despite being a predator, i'm still dependent on them for survival. there's one thing that keeps me alive, and i only want it from them. there's so much potential there. in deals struck. in exchanges, equal value or not. in a sort of morbid mutual obsession, where we want each other for reasons that are different, but are very much the same.
inspired by 'FEMME SHARK MANIFESTO' by Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha
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[ID: an original poem titled 'BUTCH MANIFESTO'. the stanzas are all on the left side of the page and lineated, except for the first line, and last stanza. Poem begins:
Listen up!
Butches hold it down!
We donāt spend hundreds of pounds
on designer clothes
and black and white tuxes ā
we shop off the charity shop rack,
hand-me-downs from our bois, our men, our women.
Butch is not a glamour word -
Butch is not for the white collars in their 9-5 and their office parties,
Butch is not for the woman in a police uniform with short cropped hair,
Butch is not for the masc who looks down on our femmes,
Butch is not for the dumbass white people who call themselves stud,
like our people havenāt taken enough from black lesbians,
Butch is not for the politician or the soldier,
itās for those of us who get shit done
and donāt throw anyone under the bus;
who stand between our loved ones and the white-knuckled fist;
itās for the people who take a breath of relief when they get home
and get to lay their head on the shoulder of their baby and say,
itās hard, and I need you right now;
itās for those of us with hard-soled feet, worn by hours of standing,
just so people can buy some useless shit on a Sunday.
Butch is for the primary school teachers, the neighbour keeping your package safe,
the hairstylist, the barber, the youth worker, the locked up, the
sectioned, the evicted, the boy on the dole.
Butches hold each other up,
Butches stand up for communities,
no matter how different we might be.
Butches stand up for Butches,
because only we know the shit we face,
we donāt argue over what butch looks like for someone -
their struggle doesnāt counteract ours.
Weāre brothers, sisters, siblings, lovers, mentors,
we donāt fight over femmes
or fight each other.
We help up our siblings who canāt hold themselves up
and shouldnāt have to.
Butch is recognising our hurt, our pain,
and making sure nobody has to go through that,
in the very least
not alone.
Butch is not reproducing that hurt,
butch isnāt the transfem exclusion, the toxicity,
itās driving our girls and boys to the abortion clinic,
itās holding your femmeās hair back over the toilet bowl,
itās telling your darlinā to take a deep breath, before you
poke the needle into her thigh,
itās holding back on punching the catcaller because
you know itāll put your lover in more danger,
itās fishing in your closet for an old, dusty dress for your questioning girl,
itās never calling the cops,
itās carrying the Narcan,
itās gathering the funds for bail,
itās tipping the waiter,
itās kissing the bruised chin of a fellow butch
whoās built like a brick shithouse.
Butch is not all muscle, able-bodied, white
Butch is not all skinny and androgynous
Butch is care
Butch is NURTURE.
Butch is a cane and an unsteady step
Butch is putting down the ramp
Butch is wheeling up it
Butch is addict
Butch is straight-edge
Butch is diaspora
Butch is desi
Butch is antiracist
Butch is socialist
Butch is punk
Butch is black
Butch is brown
Butch is fat
Butch is fat-loving
Butch is mental illness
Butch is antipsych
Butch is autism
Butch is trans
Butch is anger
Butch is tears
Butch is grief
Butch is the old bull
Butch is the closeted kid in a dress
Butch is the baby dyke wearing a rainbow flag cape
Butch is smile lines
Butch is crinkled eyes
Butch is crying in your friendās beat-up car
Butch is foetal position
Butch is pink
Butch is motherhood
Butch is fatherhood
Butch is cat-dad
Butch is fucking
Butch is getting fucked
Butch is stone
Butch is bashful
Butch is humble
Butch is cocky
Butch is proud
Butch is single
Butch is uneducated
Butch is poet
Butch is poetry
Butch is council estate
Butch is gentleness
Butch is bones and spit and
the soft curve of our lower backs
the clenched jaw under a double chin
the hard-eyes that any femme can see right through
the estradiol
the testosterone
the carabiner clink
the thick hands
the cellulite
the bloody pads
the tampon string
the mood swings
the sagging tits
the top surgery scars
the swinging cock
the hairy pussy
the protruding t-dick
the leather harness.
Butch is eternity
Butch is sewn into the fabric of atoms
Butch is love and solidarity
Butch is never leaving anyone behind and
never selling anyone out.
End poem. In the bottom right corner, the poet is signed as 'Ren H.' End ID].
Embarrassment is so so cute⦠having to gently force a pretty boys thighs open while he whimpers and whines⦠hiding his face in the sleeves of his hoodie as his pretty cunt twitches and drips⦠so desperate to be touched. Keeping his thighs gently held apart as I start to gently lick and suck his tdick⦠hearing his pathetic strangled whimpers as he tries to keep himself quiet⦠feeling him pulse as he cums on my tongue⦠all flushed and red⦠so perfect š¤