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Just wanted to write some smut but I got plot all over it. This happens every time.
This is about polytrix btw
#new fandom unlocked#I won’t rest until all three of them are sufficiently [redacted]#Rumi especially. she needs to be let loose. for fun.#polytrix
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"Did you know people are masturbating to your smut fics-- 🤢" I hope they get twice as wet as I did writing it, mind your fucking business.
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you look sad can i give you an orgasm
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Universe where domme bottoms are the CEO’s, and cute, clumsy, desperate to do a good job-tight suit pants wearing sub butches are the femmes’ secretaries—butches who end up under the boss’ desk, lapping at their clit during meetings and phone calls... glasses falling off of their noses, messy with pussy juices, arching into every head scratch given in between contracts being read... sitting by their domme’s feet, in a comfortable, put out just for them cushion... domme femmes who cannot see such tight little asses in such tempting clothes walking around without, in the most inappropriately times, slapping it... sub secretaries who yearn to end every single day on a high note: with a sore jaw, big hazy eyes, and goofy smile.
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who would like to take a bite?
ref: https://x.com/mcgr8th/status/1922803323645620295?s=46

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I think we all have the desire to be stepped on by Lena Luthor, right?
This fanart was inspired by an image of a fabulous pair of heels reposted by a mutual, captioned 'Lena Luthor.' (Not sure if they have Tumblr, but if you can see this—you're a genius, by the way.)

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a freaky post for freaky people
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does anyone fw subby pleasure tops? like, gentle giant cocky butches who pick you up with one arm and talk a big game about how they’re gonna split you open on their strap later but can’t help but go all glossy eyed and whimpery the second they taste you and all they can focus on is making you feel as good as possible so all pretense of them being in control goes out the window. is that. is there a market for that
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Spicy Dialogue Starters Pack
Slow Burn That’s About to Explode
"If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to do something we’ll both regret."
"Say that again. Slower."
"You really like testing my patience, don’t you?"
"Back up. Closer. I want to see if you’ll actually do it."
"Do you realize how loud you were moaning my name last night?"
"You should probably stop touching me like that... unless you plan on finishing what you started."
"We’re not doing this here." – "Why not? Scared you’ll like it?"
"I dare you. No, seriously—I dare you."
"One bed. One night. You sure you can behave?"
"You think I won’t?" – "I know you will. That’s the problem."
Enemies to Lovers, but We’re Both Hot and Unhinged
"If I kiss you, it’s not because I like you. It’s because you won’t shut up."
"Do it. Touch me like you hate me."
"You’re infuriating." – "And you’re turned on."
"Careful. You’re starting to sound jealous."
"Admit it. You like it when we fight."
"You want me. You just don’t want to want me."
"If you’re going to stare, you might as well do something about it."
"Say it. Say you want me." – "Why? You’ll just use it against me."
"Keep talking like that and I’ll kiss you right here."
"Don’t tempt me." – "What if I want to?"
Post-Tension Intimacy (A.K.A. We Finally Snapped)
"You're shaking." – "So are you."
"This doesn’t mean anything." – "Then why are you holding me like that?"
"I’ve wanted this since the moment I met you."
"You're not getting any sleep tonight, just so you know."
"You're mine now. Say it."
"God, you feel so good." – "Yeah? Then shut up and keep going."
"You can hate me in the morning. Just… let me have this tonight."
"Is this what you wanted?" – "No. I wanted more."
"Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop."
"I’m going to ruin you. And you’re going to thank me for it."
Teasing Touch, Dangerous Proximity
"You’re blushing." – "Shut up."
"That shirt’s doing you no favors. Take it off."
"If you wanted me to kiss you, you could’ve just said so."
"I like the way you say my name. Say it again."
"You’re standing really close." – "Yeah? You gonna move?"
"I can feel your heartbeat. Is that for me?"
"Your hands are shaking... here, let me help you."
"Careful. Someone might think you actually want me."
"You know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t you?"
"We’re not supposed to do this." – "Since when has that ever stopped us?"
Voice Low, Words Barely Whispers
"Keep your voice down. Or don’t. Let them hear."
"Every time you talk, all I can think about is your mouth on mine."
"Say the word, and I’ll have you against that wall in five seconds."
"What do you think happens if I kiss you right now?"
"You smell like trouble." – "You taste like it."
"Look me in the eyes when you lie like that."
"One more step and I won’t be able to hold back."
"If you keep teasing me like that, I’m going to ruin you."
"Tell me to stop." – silence – "Didn’t think so."
"We’re alone now. You still pretending this is just tension?"
Hot-Headed, Argument-Laced, About to Snap
"Why do you always have to push my buttons?" – "Because I love watching you lose control."
"You think you’re in control here? That’s cute."
"You're not walking away from me. Not this time."
"God, you're impossible." – "You didn’t seem to mind last night."
"Say it louder. Maybe if you scream my name again, I’ll believe you."
"Keep pretending you don’t want me. I’ll keep proving you wrong."
"You're dangerous." – "Only if you ask nicely."
"Is this still an argument or are we just flirting with knives now?"
"Admit it. You love it when I get like this."
"Don’t act like you don’t want this too."
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she's wine drunk, unable to hide the yearning in her eyes. too intoxicated to hold herself back from kissing me. unaware of just how much she likes hearing me moan while she bruises the side of my neck with her tongue
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Chapter 6 is up!
it’s gravity keeping you with me
by ninja_llama on ao3
When her increasingly psychotic brother makes plans to marry her off and attack the other packs, Lena runs away from the Luthor Pack. Now rogue, she falls into the hands of the Krypton Pack and their handsome Alpha who she can't seem to get enough of.
Kara just wants to lead her pack in a way that would make her parents proud. When a stranger from the nefarious Luthor Pack ends up in her territory, she's cautious to trust her, despite the way her heart yearns for her.
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Lena doesn’t know how far out she's come, nor how close she is to another territory. Nothing about these woods is right. She uses it to her advantage though, slipping past obstacles that the bigger wolves can’t — or at least not as easily.
Lena is running up a hill when she hears a growl suddenly so close. One of the trackers is close enough to bite her tail if he wanted. She tries to lose him by taking hard turns, but she can feel herself slowing down. She’s never had to run this hard, this far.
They crest the hill. More forest surrounds her. Lena’s not even sure she’s headed south anymore. She has no time to think. No time to smell. No time to look up at the stars to-
Stabbing pain in her side makes her yelp before she loses her footing. She tumbles down the hill, rocks and roots slamming into her. She tries to get her legs underneath her but she’s rolling too fast until she collides with a tree. Darkness clouds her vision as she tries to blink it away. Her side aches and it hurts when she turns to look. Dark wet blood oozes from under her black fur, dirt and pine needles sticking to the blood.
She looks up as the trackers watch her from atop the hill, their ears pushed back, teeth bare, and low growls coming from their chests.
Run. It’s all she can think, all she can do. She can’t go back.
Pushing herself up, Lena runs as fast as she can. She’s limping now, her fall making her injury worse. She realizes she lost her backpack at some point, her mouth feeling suddenly empty. No time to look for it. Run.
She barely gets a hundred yards before they catch up easily. She doesn’t have a chance. They cut her off, one in front, one behind. She’s trapped.
“Time to go home,” the one in front says through the pack link, snarling through his teeth.
“Just let me go,” Lena says, wishing she sounded more powerful, but she’s tired and in pain and her tail is tucked between her legs. “Please.”
Suddenly there’s a howl, not from either of the trackers. They look up at the direction it came from before another wolf attacks. Lena barely sees it happen, just the sounds of teeth snapping and angry roars.
read chapter 1 on ao3!
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getting pounded into the mattress until i’m crying then being babied after would cure me i think
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Training you to recognise the waist band of my harness shorts by regularly getting you on your knees to suck my cock where you have a great view of it. Letting you run your fingers along it while you’re cockwarming me, straddling my hips desperate for me to move inside you . Eventually anytime you catch a glimpse of it all you can think about is my cock and me fucking you. Making eye contact with you after you spot it while we’re out and seeing the colour in cheeks rise knowing you will be pawing at me the minute we get home, begging for it
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