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butch/masc presenting/genderqueer | twenty-something total bottom this is literally just my porn stash, idk what to tell you

[pr3ttypunisherr]

you've been holding it for a while now. i made sure of that. made you drink glass after glass while i kept you close. kept touching you. kissing your neck. running my hands over you. getting you worked up slowly while you got fuller and fuller and couldn't do anything about either.

watched you start to squirm on my lap. watched you press your thighs together. watched you try to be subtle about it and fail.

"you okay?" already knowing the answer.

shifting against me. not answering. just pressing closer.

"i know." pressing a kiss to your temple. hand running slow up your thigh. feeling you tense immediately. "not yet."

a small desperate sound. hiding your face in my neck.

"i know baby." cooed at you. "just a little longer."

by the time i pushed you back onto the bed you were a complete mess. squirming before you even hit the mattress. grabbing at me. hands pulling at my shirt. at my arms. needing me closer. needing something.

"please..." barely coherent already. "mommy please..."

"i know." pressing a kiss to your jaw. your neck. taking my time. running my hands over you slowly. feeling you shiver under them. "i know sweetheart."

pulling at me harder. hips already shifting.

pressing another kiss to your collarbone. your chest. making my way down slowly. taking my time.

"mommy—" whimpered out. trying to pull me back up. needing me closer.

"i've got you." not rushing. pressing a kiss to your stomach. feeling you tense under my lips. "i've got you baby. i'm right here."

sliding my hand down finally. feeling how wet you are before i even get there.

pausing.

looking up at you.

"look at you." so soft. "you're soaked already sweetheart."

hiding your face. a small embarrassed sound.

"don't hide." gently. fingers just barely there. "let me see you."

whining. hips chasing my hand immediately.

starting slow. just my fingers. barely. feeling your whole body react all at once. feeling how sensitive everything is. how full you are making every sensation more intense. more overwhelming.

grabbing at my arm. a desperate sound.

"i've got you." keeping the same pace. watching your hips roll toward me. "breathe. i've got you."

squirming. thighs trying to press together out of habit. fighting so many things at once.

not stopping. curling my fingers slightly. watching you gasp. feeling you clench.

"does it feel good?"

nodding. barely. eyes shut. another small sound slipping out.

working you slow. taking my time. watching your face. the way your lip keeps catching between your teeth. the way your hands keep flexing against my arm. the way you're losing the battle against all of it slowly and beautifully.

"you're doing so well." stroking your hip. "so well baby."

a shaky breath. trying to hold it together.

"mommy—" just that. just my name. voice cracking on it.

"i know." so gentle. not stopping. "i know. i've got you."

tears sliding down now. not from pain. just from how much it all is. too full. too turned on. too sensitive. all of it compounding into something overwhelming.

"please—" barely a whisper. "please i need—"

"yeah." pulling my fingers away slowly. watching you whimper at the loss. "i know what you need."

reaching for the strap. taking my time with it. watching you watch me. chest heaving. thighs shaking. bottom lip caught between your teeth.

lining up. pressing in slow.

the sound you make.

"i know." pressing in deeper. so slow. hand warm and steady on your hip. "i know baby. just breathe. i've got you."

starting to move. slow and deep. watching your face try to process all of it at once.

finding your clit with my thumb. slow easy circles.

your whole body arching up immediately. a broken gasp.

"stay with me." not stopping. keeping both rhythms steady. "just feel good. i've got you."

squirming. hips moving on their own. leaking slightly and whimpering about it.

"hey." so soft. not stopping. "you're okay. i've got you. just feel good for me."

nodding weakly. tears sliding down.

speeding up slightly. watching you lose the last bit of composure you were holding onto.

hips chasing me now. not fighting anymore. taking every inch of me.

"that's it." so warm. leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. still moving. "that's it sweetheart. just feel good. i've got you. i'm right here."

"please—" the way you say it. completely gone. not a word anymore. just a sound.

"i've got you." not slowing down. "let go. i'm right here. let go for me."

feeling you fall apart. the sound you make. the way your whole body gives in all at once. the way everything releases at exactly the same moment.

staying right there. working you through every second of it.

pulling you close the moment you come down. arms around you before you've even caught your breath. pressing kisses to your hair. your temple. your cheek.

"i've got you. you're okay. i've got you."

holding you through all of it. rubbing your back. keeping you close. pressing soft kisses to your face while you come back slowly.

after. when your breathing evens out. when the grip on my shirt loosens into something softer.

stroking your hair back from your face.

"you did so well." so soft. pressing a kiss to your forehead. "so well baby. i'm so proud of you." pressing another kiss to your cheek. your nose. watching your eyes flutter. still dazed. still soft. "my good girl. so perfect for me."

tucking your face back into my neck. arms around me loosely.

keeping you there. rubbing slow circles on your back.

"i've got you. i'm right here."

[sapphireh3arts]

force-clowning a girl. tying her up, painting her face, taking her pretty clothes off and putting a carefully selected clown costume on her. prepare her for the humilation of performance in front of a live audience. if she cries, her face just gets repainted with cute blue and white tears.

[sado-fiend]

You'd planned for months, but had been waiting for three agonizing weeks. You went to the same coffee shop as always, at the same time as always. Medium, hot, oat milk, 2 sugars. Turned the same way exiting, tracing the same route to the same library you visited every weekend.

She was the first girl to really get it. Your last ex left you because you wanted to do a safeword ignoring scene. Well, they said it was for other reasons. But you knew. You knew you really understood kink, and needed people who really understood kink in your life.

So when she steps out from the side alley, knife in hand, you play out the scene as planned. You don't have to work as hard you thought to make the trembling convincing. She's brusque, in person, and the knife is much bigger than you thought. Your heart races as she ratchets the zip cuffs around your wrists, and places the bag over your head. You wrinkle your nose, it stinks.

"Zoe, can you-"

"No talking. Move." She kicks at your calf, and you have to stumble forward, catching yourself by half steps, landing face first in what must be the open trunk. Musty blankets and itchy trunk liner. Hands, groping in your pockets for wallet, phone, keys. Zoe grabs your thighs, and lifts. Grunts. You dolphin a bit, folding yourself into the trunk. Its not accurate, but you don't want the scene to get stuck here.

The trunk slams shut. You're left in hot, scratchy silence. Short breaths. Musky might be the right word for the smell.

The car kicks to life. Your knees press uncomfortably against the trunk edge as Zoe accelerates. A sharp turn - your head smacks into the side wall. She's not a very good driver. You try to count the turns, the time between jerks of acceleration. How you would if this was real. But your focus is drawn away by what comes next, and it all blends into an uneven gait beneath you.

This is what your idiot former partners never understood. Light bondage here and there, oh, yea, indulge the idiot pervert girl in her damsel fantasies. None of them had been willing to do this for you. Zoe had never failed. She texted every morning, and remembered every detail.

Finally, the car rolls to full stop, and rumbles off. And you wait. And wait. This is it. The climactic scene where she stops "on the side of the road" and forces you to service her at gunpoint. Really, her backyard. With takeout after.

The trunk clicks open.

"Out."

You unfold sore limbs, helped not too kindly by Zoe's yanking. You stumble, catching the ground, and let her lead you by the wrists. She stops.

"There's three steps down in front of you. Right foot first."

There were no steps, in the plan. Your heart races. Zoe added something extra, just for you. You tentatively reach down, and hear the hollow metal clank of a steel stair. Two. Three. She has her hand on your neck, and ducks you through what must be a inner short door of a bulkhead entrance. Shuffle forward on stone.

A metal clasp bites around your exposed ankle. The hood comes off, and even the gloom is blinding for a moment.

Every post you've ever written. Some you didn't write, where you added long and rambling tags. DMs to her. Messages in public servers. Posts from accounts you never told her about, Instagram and LinkedIn. Photos rendered in flat, laser-printer color. Taped together in a sprawling mosaic across the concrete wall of a small room of her basement. You turn back to see the stairwell you'd descended. Heavy interior door, open to the stairs up to the storm door.

And the shackle, unplanned, padlocked onto your leg, a thick, short chain anchored to the corner, where a dog bed sat.

"Zoe, uh. Wow, this is amazing. You really added to the scene. Can. Can I get a check in before we keep going?"

Zoe looked at you with a pitying stare, and a lazy grin. She turns back to the stairs.

"I've got to go tie up some loose ends. Quit your job, send some mean texts to the friends you have left, dump your phone at a bus station. Hard to wait when I'm so close but, it's just a few more hours. I'll be back to talk about our new life together, sweetheart."

She closes the inner door of the storm stairs with a solid thump, plunging you into true darkness.

[foolish-girlthing]

I'm hanging out one-one-one at a close friend's. We're just having a few drinks and chatting. I finish mine, and I'm about to pour myself another, when they say, "oh, you won't want to drink anything else. I already spiked your drink."

Of course it takes me a moment to process this. "What?"

"I spiked your drink. you didn't notice? Wow, you really are so easy."

They notice my prey-like glance at the door.

"It's locked. from this side too." They pointedly jingle the keys in their pocket. "I also took your phone when you weren't looking."

My chest roils. I can feel my pulse in my fingertips; it feels sluggish. Is the room already spinning?

"Now... why don't you get comfy and let me take care of you?"

[foolish-girlthing]

I don't remember much after that.

I remember them on top of me, pinning me down on their living room couch. I remember their laugh as I struggled under them. I remember them holding my head in place and kissing me.

And then I remember nothing.

This morning I wake to an empty house, I'm tucked in on my friend's couch, cozily wrapped in a blanket. For a moment, I almost wonder if it had been a dream.

I check my phone, and my heart lurches. Messages from my friend: dozens upon dozens of photos and videos of me. Dread settles in the pit of my throat.

The final messages are texts:

I had so much fun last night!

Don't worry, I won't drug you next time. That's what all these photos are for ;)

I'm sure you don't want anyone else to see how much you loved getting raped.

You understand, darling?

[lambert-le-begue]

[trash4men2use]

This, after you roofie me.

[pup-stolas]

Its mouth is a waste dump for You

[anonymousspanker1]

[therapistdaddyagain]

You after opening up to your therapist.

[femboy-quinn-deactivated2025050]

[cuckyourgirl]

He texted me in the morning, “she left. You can come over now.”

So I drove over, eager to hear about his experience with whatever girl he had fucked the night before.

When I got there, he was taking a shower. I was upset because I usually get to clean off his cock but I waited patiently on the bed for him to get out.

“Hi sweetheart”, he said when he got out and saw me.

“Hi daddy.”

He toweled off while I watched him eagerly and he started telling me about his night.

“She was Italian and her accent was so sexy. She came over here and I opened some wine and she just put her legs on me and we talked for awhile. She was so interesting baby. Really smart.”

He came over to me on the bed and started stroking my hair and continued, “then, it started getting late so I brought her over to the bed and we kissed for a long time before I made love to her.”

“You made love to her?” I asked

“Yes. She was just a beautiful girl. A real catch. I really wanted her to enjoy it. I was gentle and soft and romantic, not like I am with you. She deserved it.”

He kissed me on the forehead and I asked, “did you enjoy it?”

“It was the best one yet. I’ll definitely see her again. She had the best tasting pussy of all time.”

“You ate her out? I thought you said that was special.” I said.

“Yes, baby. She was special. She made my cock feel so, so good. I can’t wait to fuck her again. She was amazing.” He looked me in the eyes while petting me and I could feel his cock get hard against me.

He moved his hand down to my pussy and started rubbing it lightly and then lazily started plunging two fingers inside and feeling how wet I was.

I moaned into his mouth needing him so badly and asked, “how was her pussy?”

He kept his fingers going inside of me and added another. He paused for a moment and I asked again, “was it good?”

He started his fingers again and said plainly, looking in my eyes, “it was the best ever. Like a fucking Ferrari.”

I moaned and he continued, “you’re kind of like an old car that I love. I don’t always want to drive it but it’s nice to have.”

He paused, “Also, she was so. so. much. tighter. than. you.”

I asked him a little startled, “really?”

He added a fourth finger inside of me and said, “yes baby really. I could never fit this inside of her. I bet I could fit my whole hand inside of you.”

I moaned and felt his cock rock hard against me and said, “please fuck me”

He continued his hand and moved lower to look at it and said, “no baby. I want to try something. Just relax.”

He was moving 4 fingers in and out of my soaked cunt and looking at it while pressing on my stomach with his other hand.

He began tucking his thumb under to try to fit it in and I felt a pressure and tightness and started moaning uncomfortably and looking at him, shocked.

“That’s it, baby. This is what you need. Take my whole fist. Just relax and soon it will all be inside of you.”

He pushed his thumb in and I felt so much pressure and then slow relief.

“Good girl. How does that feel?” He asked.

I just moaned and was breathing heavily trying to get used to the sensation. “It feels really full daddy.”

“I know sweetheart but I think you can take more. We’re just going to take all the time we need to get your pussy nice and loose and accustomed to my arm.”

“Your arm? I don’t want that daddy.” I pleaded.

“Shhh it’s ok. This is what you need. My cock won’t fit at all after this. Just relax.”

I wanted to argue but the sensation was so intense and his entire fist was inside me so there wasn’t much I could do. I laid there and just focused on my breathing and let myself relax and open up to him as best I could.

I heard him say, “good girl that’s it. Just like that” and he started moving his hand deeper inside of me.

He started pumping me with his hand and I closed my eyes and laid back on the bed, letting myself take him further.

He began moving his hand and twisting it inside of me, every time going deeper and deeper.

When I opened my eyes I saw he had his whole forearm inside of me, 3/4 up to his elbow.

I looked at him shocked and he just said, “we are going to loosen you up more baby. Don’t worry.”

He started plunging his arm in and out of me and I grabbed his other arm to hold on to. He was fucking me with his arm now and I was taking it. He held me close and I started moaning and screaming.

“Yes baby. Good girl. Take it.”

I laid back and started to hump against him and fuck his arm before squirting everywhere. He plunged back and forth before I told him, “I’m close”

“Cum for me. Cum for me little cum dumpster. My loose girl. Cum around my arm. Your pussy will never be the same.”

I contracted around his whole arm and had the most intense orgasm of my life.

“Good girl. Shhh. It’s ok.” He said while slowly pulling out of me.

He gave me his hand and I licked it and he held me close.

“You’re ok baby. You’re ok.” He said while petting my head.

I looked in his eyes and whispered, “so you’re never going to fuck me again?”

“He held me and said, “maybe honey. We’ll see ok?”

I sobbed a little and he said, “would you like me to fuck your ass? I have plans to loosen that too but it can wait for just this time.”

I nodded yes and he said “ok baby” and turned me over and inserted his cock in my ass.

He fucked me until he came. When he pulled out he said, “look at those two gaping holes. My loose little girl. I can’t wait to see what we can do to your ass”

[verhoevenwasright]

[spilled-seed]

This is so wrong… but it sure makes my dick hard.

[sockwolf]

"just let it happen" is one of the hottest things you can say during sex

[butchknot]

kidnapper putting you through the physical wringer in certain ways, delaying the worst of the pain–whether that be like idk chasing you through the woods or forcing you to exercise, specifically stuff that hurts a lot more later on, in the muscles, yknow?

and now see, you're too stiff to move without excruciating pain the day after, practically bed-bound with head-to-toe soreness, maybe a pulled hamstring, or something. this is the best part, for them. watching you panic and struggle and hurt yourself trying to fight back, and failing. your begging is so much sweeter when you're lucid and present and still hurting so bad.

maybe they'll dig their thumbs into your muscles, tutting and cooing about oh, so sore, poor baby! and you're screaming and thrashing because oh god, that hurts so bad, and you're realizing this is just the beginning when they start palming at their pants

[fuckiamsexedout]

[creativebdsm]

Experience openness.

[cowcvntherder-deactivated202601]

Absolutely stunning

[rubbergimps]

Credit: K1nkMega

[yannlatexobject]

🥰

[tiedgrl]

need

[kinkynerdsblogv2]

Just showing her just how completely at my mercy she is

[keepherhogtied]

I love this progression. Simple hands over her mouth and throat to start. Then more and more coverings, ending with that thick hood. How humiliating. And seeing her shake toward the end, maybe a little nervous of having her senses cut off like that. Her hands so nicely restrained at her sides. Becoming his faces little play thing. This is what I should be doing to you.

[hockeynhandcuffss-deactivated20]

So your little is into the fantasy of being manipulated and dark ageplay, here are some ideas that I think would make any adult feel like she's being manipulated by her elementary school teacher:

1. Teach her things- it is a very common fantasy (and a real groomers fucked up reality) to want an inexperienced partner so you can teach them exactly what you want from them. This is fantastic power play, you have knowledge, she has lack of knowledge, you use that knowledge imbalance to your advantage. I would start by teaching her in a non sexual manner, maybe even something she already knows. An easy example would be to start with tying her shoes. Teach her how to do it but be somehow simultaneously patronizing but also supportive. Make sure you sprinkle in good girls and I'm proud of you. Do not underestimate the value of doing something non sexual in power play, it's amazing foreplay. Then if this feels comfortable, you can move onto sex. Take the first time as "honest" aka if your partner somehow got hit with a bout of amnesia and it affected only how she knows how to have sex. Be extra kind, check in with her "does this feel good baby?" "I know it feels weird kiddo, but let me know if it hurts." And also point out her faux inexperience "wow you're taking me so well" or "baby, you're such a natural, you're learning so well". Once that feels comfortable, then you can move into the manipulation. Make her do things that are degrading or weird or intense but tell her to trust you because you know better. Do some anal but tell her that everyone does anal for the first time because it feels better. Or spank her a few times and tell her that you're just warming up her body to be able to take your cock. The world is your oyster, you're the expert so use that to "convince" her to fulfill your fantasies that any "mature" person would call you out on your bullshit immediately.

2. We shouldn't be doing this- secrecy is such a fun play to add to power play. When you add in the fact that what you are doing is "wrong" you add in a layer of guilt and shame to the dynamic. "This is our little secret" can be such a turn on because it manipulates (in a roleplaying sense) the person to feel that it's a cooperative secret instead of obviously the manipulator should take full responsibility. Make everything sexual a taboo. If you see her nipples hard, point it out and tell her she's too young to be having these thoughts. You can even have you catch her masturbating and either punish her or use point one and teach her how to "properly' do it.

3. Shame- shame can be a powerful tool to play with. The fun thing about ageplay is that it can be very separated from reality which can be nice about not having real emotions get mixed in. Shame her for dressing like a slut, that she's too young to be dressed like that. Shame her for dressing modestly, a young woman should be expressing herself. Shame her for being good at sex, she's a natural and was made for this. Shame her for being bad at sex, she's lucky that you're willing to teach her because no boy her age would be willing to sleep with someone so inexperienced.

[straitjacketshop]