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nightmaresofthedark · 4 years ago

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Also, the person who is imitating my old bootneck12 account on a03, isnt me. I am not quite dumb enough to put comments on my own writings acting mean.

Hello. I am Bootneck12. Some of you may remember me. I wrote an earlier apology a little while ago but deleted it as it was rushed, and i did not take the time nor did i feel it included everything i want to say. So, im trying again.

I am sorry. To peachyteabuck, to the people who called me out in my asks, to the people i hurt with my insensitive, transphobic writing. I ignored the people coming to me saying my writing was hurting them, their friends, my audience. I ignored being called out, rightfully so, by peachyteabuck, and instead blocked everyone that was coming to me in favour of just continuing my writing as if nothing was wrong.

But it was wrong. My writing hurt people. Hurt a lot of people. And i never acknowledged, accepted and changed that writing to be inclusive, to be less hateful to a large group of people.

I wish i could go back and acknowledge and change what i did. I really do. But i didnt and i am sorry.

When i was Bootneck12, i was a hurtful, ignorant person. I didnt want to acknowledge that what i was doing was hurting people, i didnt want to change, i admit that I thought what i was doing wasnt wrong. I admit that. I admit that I thought i was in the right. And i know now that i truly wasnt.

I have grown since then. I have researched and learnt and grown as a person. I learnt how my writing, the alpha/omega porn i was writing constantly, is offensive and hurtful to trans people. I finally listened to those who had sent me advice and told me why i was wrong when i was active on tumblr.

I learnt. I grew.

I am sorry. Truly. That i did not at any point during my time on tumblr as bootneck12 change my ways. I am sorry that i was hurtful. I am sorry i blocked and ignored everyone who tried to teach me and tell me why i was hurting people.

But most importantly, i am sorry, from the bottom of my heart, for hurting those who read my writing. I do not deserve forgiveness.

I was made aware very recently that a supposed ‘fan’ of mine outed someone on this app. And while my writing was transphobic and while my ignorance and inability to accept that what i was writing was incredibly transphobic, i did not, at any point, condone the actions of that person. I am sorry, with every fibre of my being, that my actions enabled someone to think outing a vulnerable member of the community was an okay thing to do. It is not. Under any circumstances. And i am sorry to whoever experienced that. I really am. I am so, fucking sorry.

My actions, my writing, was more than just that: writing. It enabled someone to think bullying and harrassing and outing someone was an okay thing to do. It hurt those who only wanted to read some smut about some characters.

I can never take back what i did. I can never remove the hurt i caused.

I am sorry it took so damn long. It shouldnt have taken nearly a year to apologise and own up to what i did and accept the consequences of my actions. It should have been an immediate fixed issue the second someone told me my writing was hurtful and transphobic.

I am just. Truly sorry.

I wanted to use this blog as a fresh start, to put kinder, inclusive writings into the world. But i know now im never going to escape the shadow of bootneck12.

I will no longer be writing. I will no longer be an enabler for hurtful things on this blog and any others who may be affected by this blog and the bootneck12 blog.

Again. I am sorry.

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nightmaresofthedark · 4 years ago

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But it was wrong. My writing hurt people. Hurt a lot of people. And i never acknowledged, accepted and changed that writing to be inclusive, to be less hateful to a large group of people.

I wish i could go back and acknowledge and change what i did. I really do. But i didnt and i am sorry.

I learnt. I grew.

But most importantly, i am sorry, from the bottom of my heart, for hurting those who read my writing. I do not deserve forgiveness.

I can never take back what i did. I can never remove the hurt i caused.

I am just. Truly sorry.

I wanted to use this blog as a fresh start, to put kinder, inclusive writings into the world. But i know now im never going to escape the shadow of bootneck12.

I will no longer be writing. I will no longer be an enabler for hurtful things on this blog and any others who may be affected by this blog and the bootneck12 blog.

Again. I am sorry.

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nightmaresofthedark · 4 years ago

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I'm not sure if this will happen or not, but maybe at some point in the Centr series, the relationship becomes consensual between Supercorp and the Reader and they have a family like those other anons have said, but with the twist of the Reader being freed and she chooses to stay with them and that they make it as healthy as a relationship as it can be given the circumstances.

We will have to see mate, I do like that idea but I want the series to take some dark turns so we will have to see

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nightmaresofthedark · 4 years ago

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Will you be focusing on the Centre Series for now or will other requests come out inbetween chapters?

I'll be doing both, so probably alternating. I've had some quiet days at work so I was able to do some writing while there hence the quicker update but I can't guarantee that will happen often so whatever I feel like writing in the moment is what I will be putting my efforts into

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nightmaresofthedark · 4 years ago

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Noticed other anons have beaten me to it, but after reading the Centre Series being in the double digits, I hope when all is said and done it becomes as happy as possible and consensual and they have a family together, and maybe like one of those anons said previously, Supercorp frees the Reader at some point, and she stays anyway, and they defy the odds as a power couple.

Definitely, we will have to see though. This series will get worse before, and if, it gets better

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nightmaresofthedark · 4 years ago

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loved part 2! it was so incredibly good, i loved it! your writing never fails to be amazing :) thank you for writing, and don’t forget to take care of yourself!

-✌️

Thank you very much sweet anon

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nightmaresofthedark · 4 years ago

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Do you see the Centre series in the double digits for chapters or single?

Double digits i reckon, gonna be working on it for a while

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nightmaresofthedark · 4 years ago

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The Centre: Part 2

TW: forced fingering, rape/noncon, very dark world, forced submission

Your heart thuds in your ears as the raven haired woman, Lena, begins talking to the trainer behind you. You don’t listen to what they’re saying; too caught up in the sound of your heart thudding in your ears and your nerves making you nauseous to try and concentrate on what your new owners are saying.

Lena still holds your chin in her hand, her thumb occasionally stroking your cheek, almost as an act of reassurance, but you’d be damned if you ever let yourself relax around these people who buy people like you to be their slaves.

The mumbling above you continues on while you let your head drop down, the dominant above you releasing their grip on your chin in favour of stroking their nails through your hair. Despite yourself, you feel yourself relaxing under Lena’s hand, your natural submissiveness taking over, forcing your body to relax, to submit, to stop thinking, even though you don’t want it to.

That is, until the woman next to Lena - Kara, you remember - grabs hold of your hair in a soft grip, turning you around on your knees before nudging you forward onto hands and knees. You know what they expect now, they want to see you present for them; they want to see you bend forward until your face is flat against the concrete floor, your ass in the air, your hands holding your cheeks apart so they can see every part of you.

Presenting is a ritual that serves to completely humiliate the submissive. Its said to tune into the submissive side of those ordered to do it; to make their innate submission come to the surface and take over their mind and actions.

You’ve only been forced to present a handful of times since you arrived at the Centre; each time being used as a punishment to keep you in line, to use your natural submission to the trainers advantage to keep you docile and obedient.

Thats what being told to present by a dominant does to a submissive: it releases chemicals inside their brain that automatically turns them into a whiney pathetic obedient slut desperate for praise from their dominant.

You’d rather be whipped until your skin fell off than present for these women, and so you stay on your hands and knees, silently fighting their command.

“I thought you said she was well trained.” Comes the voice of Kara behind you, anger evident in her tone.

“S-she is!” The trainer frantically spits out. “She is very well trained. She’s presented before to other dominants here without hesitation, and its never failed to make her obedient and docile.”

His voice trails off, and you find yourself barely holding back a smirk as you imagine the terror in his eyes as the two dominants behind you square off to him.

“Well she isn’t presenting now, is she?” Kara’s voice deepens, and you swear you hear a whimper come from the trainer, the deep, commanding voice of a natural dominant filling the room and making anyone in it want to bow down, to submit.

“I-I’m sorry Miss Danvers, she’s been trained better than this.”

The quiver in his voice is pathetic. He’s been responsible for dragging hundreds of innocent young adults from their beds and training them -against their will- to become sex slaves, all because of their nature.

He, and every other person responsible for the training of submissives, makes you sick, so you’re pretty glad that your small act of rebellion is causing him to quite literally shake in his boots.

What you’re not glad of, however, is Lena bending down over you so her mouth is right next to your ear.

“Present for me little girl, show us your tight virgin holes. Be our good girl, show us how good you can be and we won't need to have the first thing we do together be a humiliating punishment.”

Her voice is gentle, calming, but you can detect the threat hidden within her words.

Slowly, grimacing as you do, you lower yourself down until your face is against the floor, your ass in the air. You take a few moments to breathe and collect yourself before reaching behind you and spreading your ass cheeks apart, exposing yourself completely to the women behind you.

You don’t want to do this. You don’t want to be reduced down to only your submissive nature, the presenting position taking away all your free will and thoughts other than to submit, to please. But you have no other choice. You don’t want to be punished and humiliated. You want to get on your new dominants good side, at least from the beginning, so you have more of a chance to push them without it backfiring.

And, hopefully, escape.

But right now, all thoughts other than submission slip from your mind. Instead, thoughts of how good it will feel to please your dominants, to submit to them, to be their good, needy little slut take over, reducing you to a quiet, quivering, submissive mess.

Slick begins to coat your inner thighs, the position provoking your inner desire to get fucked and pounded and utterly owned. Thoughts of the dominants behind you taking you roughly, taking in turns to fuck your tight cunt, turning you into nothing but a desperate whore begging to be filled and fucked and dominated makes your pussy clench around emptiness, much to the amusement of those behind you.

“Look at her tight little hole clenching Lena. She’s so desperate.” Kara breathes out, completely transfixed on your dripping cunt.

The arousal in the dominants voice only adds to yours; slick coats your inner thighs thickly, and your desperate clit cries out for attention.

A slim finger making its way through your dripping folds startles you; but you soon relax into it, letting the lone finger stroke around your clit and slowly dip into your hole, stretching you out for the first time.

A whimper escapes your lips, the embarrassment of having your tight hole explored and stretched slipping through the haze of the chemicals released into your bloodstream as a result of presenting. A hand on the small of your back offers you a small amount of comfort, and a gentle humming soon follows, making you relax completely as the finger withdraws and the person behind you stands up.

You don’t hear what was said, your mind too hazy and empty to concentrate on anything other than the throbbing between your legs, but you can guess whatever it was is good as the next thing you know you’re having a tight collar wrapped around your neck and being hefted into someones strong arms.

You don’t look up, eyes too heavy to do so, instead you let them close, feeling safe and content as you’re carried out of the Centre and towards your new life.

#kara danvers #lena luthor #kara danvers x lena luthor #lena luthor x reader #kara danvers x reader #dom kara danvers #top kara danvers #top Lena Luthor #dom lena luthor #supergirl #supercorp x reader #supergirl imagine

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nightmaresofthedark · 4 years ago

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Part 2 now on a03 and coming to tumblr later tonight

The Centre Part 2 coming out soon!

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nightmaresofthedark · 4 years ago

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The Centre Part 2 coming out soon!

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nightmaresofthedark · 4 years ago

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are you posting anything soon?

Yep! Request coming out tonight for cat spanking nia :)

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nightmaresofthedark · 4 years ago

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Tardiness

Request: Cat spanking Nia for being late to work

Sorry it took so long

Shit.

20 minutes late. Again.

Three times this week. Four times last week. Countless times before that; ranging from 10 minutes to hours late.

She knows she’s in trouble the minute she walks into the office out of breath, panting, trying to wipe off the sweat covering her forehead from the frantic rush to get to the office on time - but, of course, failing.

Again.

Cat Grant stands in front of her office, her arms folded, her stern gaze finding Nia’s the second she steps off the elevator.

Nia gulps. She’s in trouble.

Cat points to the office behind her, a silent order that makes Nia’s heart race. She doesn’t want to get fired; she loves her job! She just can never seem to wake up in time for it, in fact, it’s more rare for her to actually get to work on time than it is for her to be late, and now she’s about to be fired for it.

Nia slowly walks to her bosses office with her head down and her gaze solidly planted to the floor in case she looks up to find a dozen looks of pity on the faces of her coworkers. She doesn’t even bother putting her bag onto her desk, knowing full well she’s about to be walking straight out of the building never to return, so she might as well save herself the embarrassment of having to collect her bag before leaving.

She enters the office, and immediately it feels as if she’s entered an entirely different world, one where the air is difficult to breathe and she feels as if she is being stared at by a thousand people. The room is silent; she can feel Cat Grant’s gaze on her; can feel the disappointment radiating from her. She doesn’t dare look up. She doesn’t want to see the look on her bosses face as she fires her.

“Lock the door and draw the curtains, Nia.”

The order startles Nia enough to make her look up, straight into Cat Grant’s eyes. Nia doesn’t move, doesn’t speak; her mouth opens and closes, unsure of what to do or say.

Cat raises her eyebrow. Waiting.

“Do I need to repeat myself Miss Nal?” Her voice is calm, almost teasing as she speaks. Nia shakes her head, intent on not displeasing her boss any further and rushes to lock the door and close the curtains.

The air feels even harder to breathe once the curtains are down and the room becomes darker. It feels almost as if Nia is preparing her own execution chamber; doing as she’s told to avoid having her death, or her dismissal in this case, made any worse.

A point from the long finger belonging to her boss directs her to sit on the sofa, where she sits perched and ready to flee at a moment's notice, nervous to hear what her boss and mentor has to say about her tardiness.

“Late again today, I see. Late yesterday. Late the day before. Four times you were late last week and I don’t even want to begin to count the number of times you have been late to this office before that. Give me one reason why I shouldn’t give you a box for your things and tell you to leave.”

She stares at Nia, her gaze penetrating into her soul, opening her up, exposing her deepest and darkest thoughts. She feels vulnerable; scared, almost as if her boss is leading her into a trap she can’t escape from.

She has no answer for her other than silence. Cat smiles.

“Well then Miss Nal,” she continues, her demeanour a little softer this time, “I don’t want to see you go, you’re a fantastic employee, tardiness excused, of course.”

Cat pauses, choosing her next words very carefully.

“I want to help you improve your time management and organisation. I want you to have consequences other than being fired from my office. I want you to report to me separately, to have the consequences for being late dealt with separately from the company. Do you understand what I am saying so far, Nia?”

Nia just stares at her boss, her mouth slightly ajar, her mind scrambling to understand the gravity of what Cat is saying to her.

“Nia,” Cat continues, softer this time as she leans forward in her seat, “if you would consent, if you would feel comfortable, I would like to punish you for every time you are late commencing from today.”

She offers no further explanation, leaving Nia’s mind reeling with the ideas and images of what a punishment from her boss could possibly involve. Cat remains silent as Nia searches for the right words, her cheeks becoming warm as she builds up the courage to ask the important question:

“What would the punishments involve?” She asks nervously, her voice quiet and timid, her eyes looking down, avoiding eye contact with the woman across from her.

“Well, a spanking with my paddle across your bare bottom, for as long as I believe you need it to learn your lesson.” Cat states matter of factly, sitting back in her chair. “Of course Nia, this will only happen if you consent to giving me this power. If you do not want to do this, you are free to leave this office, but, if you are late once more, I will have to fire you. I want to give you a chance to prove yourself, to improve in your time management and as my employee. You have a great career ahead of you and I don’t want to see that put to waste.” She pauses again, letting the gravity of her words sink in. Then, after a moment, she speaks again:

“Do we have a deal, Nia?”

“Yes.” No hesitation. No second guessing. Nia loves her job, the friends she’s made there; she doesn’t want to lose them on account of her poor organisation. Besides, having a crush on her boss and the woman who she just agreed to receiving punishments from only helps make the situation more enjoyable for her.

“Alright then. A few ground rules: this does not leave this room under any circumstances; you are to refer to me as Miss Grant when we conduct any and all punishments; and you are to be respectful to me at all times. There may be more rules added as time progresses, but for now those are it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss Grant.” The response comes naturally to Nia, almost as if her submissive side has been lying in wait for this very moment to appear, to finally make itself known. Her clit throbs at the stern tone in her boss's voice: a sudden change from the softer tone she had used to put Nia at ease.

Cat takes a breath, and her whole demeanour changes. Gone is the concerned boss trying to negotiate with her employee, and in its place comes a strict, domineering presence; one that sends shivers down Nia’s spine and into her dripping cunt.

She watches Miss Grant elegantly rise from her chair, walk over to her desk, open a drawer, retrieve a hairbrush, and turn around to face her employee once more.

“Nia, when you’re ready, pull your panties down to your knees and bend over my desk.”

She does as she’s told without a second to think, and moments later she’s bent over her boss’ desk, panties at her ankles, her gleaming wet pussy on display for all to see. To say she’s nervous is an understatement, but she feels completely safe under the watchful eye of Miss Grant, who takes her place behind and to the side of the exposed girl, gently beginning to rub her wooden hairbrush against the skin of Nia’s bottom.

“I will spank you 30 times, and every time my brush hits your bottom, you are to count and say ‘I won’t be late again Miss Grant’. Do you understand?”

“Yes Miss Grant.”

“Good girl.”

A loud thwack fills the quiet office, and it takes Nia a moment to register the stinging pain from the hairbrush smacking her ass.

A squeeze from a soft hand on her hip prompts the script from her mouth:

“One, I won’t be late again, Miss Grant.” It flows naturally, almost as if she was made to bend over a desk receiving a paddling as punishment for her tardiness.

Another thwack and a stinging sensation. “Two. I won’t be late again, Miss Grant.”

“Three. I won’t be late again, Miss Grant.”

The sound of the wooden hairbrush smacking against the increasingly raw skin of the naughty girl fills the room. That, and Miss Grant's grunts, are all Nia tries to focus on to distract her from the increasingly more and more painful smacks against her bottom, which are falling harder and faster against her skin, making the vulnerable girl cry out her submission after every hit.

“Twenty. I won’t be late again, Miss Grant.”

“Twenty one. I won’t be late again, Miss Grant.”

“Twenty two. I won’t be late again, Miss Grant.”

Every time the sentence is spoken, the words get harder to choke out. The stinging pain radiating all around her bottom and the tops of her thighs make speaking harder and harder as time goes on.

“Twenty five. I won’t be late again, Miss Grant.” Sobs escape the mouth of the naughty girl; tears begin to fall down her cheeks as a small amount of sweat begins to trickle off Miss Grant’s forehead, the effort of spanking her employee harder with every hit beginning to take its toll.

Her arm aches and burns, but she doesn’t stop, doesn’t let the uncomfortable sensation get in the way of reforming Nia’s terrible organisation.

“Twenty eight. I won’t be late again, Miss Grant.”

“Twenty nine. I won’t be late again, Miss Grant.”

Sobs are wracking Nia’s body as the end of the punishment finally appears reachable. She barely manages to choke out her final sentence as Miss Grant brings down the paddle as hard as she can one final time, the pain and the humiliation getting to the crying girl as Cat steps back, giving her space and letting her come back to her senses, not wanting to overstep her boundaries.

She watches as Nia slowly lets herself drop to the floor, her tears drying up as she gradually comes back to her mind from the submissive headspace she had found herself being skillfully put into by the forceful hand of her boss.

Cat gives her as much time as she needs to recover, giving her space so as not to overwhelm the vulnerable little one.

After a while of silence, of Nia wiping her tears and slowly collecting herself, Cat calls out to her, voice gentle and soft so as not to startle her.

“You did so well Nia. You took your punishment so well and now all is forgiven.” Nia sniffles, but she doesn’t look scared. She looks vulnerable, small, like she just needs to be wrapped up in a pair of arms willing and wanting to let her get lost in her submissiveness.

Cat hesitates, worried she’ll overstep silent boundaries but also worried for what could happen if she doesn’t ask. So she takes a steadying breath, keeping her voice soothing, and asks: “Nia, can I hold you for a little while?”

She doesn’t receive an answer other than a nod and a small smile. After settling herself on the plush sofa behind her, Cat beckons Nia over with a warm smile and open arms which she climbs into gratefully.

They settle like that for a while, Nia’s head resting on Cat’s chest; Cat’s delicate fingers gently stroking through the soft hair on Nia’s head, the world outside the office completely forgotten about.

And, Nia hopes, so is her tardiness.

#cat grant #nia nal #cat grant x nia nal #supergirl #supergirl imagine #top cat grant #bottom nia nal

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