A Butch Knight Who Knows That What Their Bratty Little Princess Needs Is A Firm Hand Putting Her In Her

your tags make me literally throb <333 -🐱

Aww why thank you kindly, anon. If I may ask, was there something in particular that you liked?

“you stupid little thing” “my sweet dumb puppy” if you want to turn me into a mindless cumslut just say that

“I’m packing” butch for “I’m not wearing panties” femme

when they’re about to make you cum and they say “who do you belong to? tell me who you belong to” 🥴🥵

The butch urge to let your femme watch you do manual labour while you’re shirtless

touchy feely girls have my entire heart. like yes pls reach out and touch me when you walk by, stand really close even when there’s more than enough for the both of us, slip your hands under my shirt bc they’re cold, hook your fingers under the waistline of my jeans and pull me close until we’re chest to chest and im just wrapped up in you

daydreaming about femmes*

(*one femme in particular)

Oh you're a femme? Then why aren't you grinding on my lap while sucking on my fingers like a good girl

The way I want to be taken down a peg by a hot femme. Everyone sees me in my leathers and my boots and my tattoos and you in your bright colorful clothes and they think they know what happens behind closed doors. Depending on the day and the assumption, they might even be close to right.

But some days you want to be the tough one. I don’t like to give up power easily, so you plan your attack with precision. Maybe you let me take you out to dinner, let me be chivalrous and pull your chair out and pay for the check. Let me spend all night teasing you slyly and draping off of my arm like youre coy. We both know that’s not the case, but we also know it makes me feel confident to get to make the first move. After a lovely night of showing you off and working me up we head home to the bedroom.

You wear something pretty and silky and lay in the bed, looking like a masterpiece. You hold me close and kiss the spot on my neck that makes me shiver and tug on my short hair and that makes me gasp. After a while you lay back and pant, giving me the look that tells me I better leave and come back to bed with something nice and big to fill you up with. So I do, reaching into nearby drawers and grabbing a collection of things: a harness, one of my more impressive dicks, lube, a condom. I set my self up, slowly and luxuriously pulling the straps tight and stroking my dick in front of you like I’m a performer, teasing you as much as I possibly can. You even let me get underneath you, starting to ride on my thighs and stomach, letting my hands wander.

Right as I’m rubbing my dick in between your thighs and I’m guiding your hips you suddenly grab my wrists and pin them by my head. I gasp at the sudden change in power dynamic and my head swims a bit at the way you look at me. Somethings changed in you, and I can tell you’ve taken on a new goal when you grab my strap and start stroking. Not just taking me, but needing a full Conquest. Doing my part to make it harder for you, I again try to move your hips up and onto me, only for my hands to get slapped away and pinned down again.

We both know that if I really wanted to I could flip you over and take what I want, but it’s holding that urge back that fuels how bad I want this. I decide to give up some struggle when I feel you retreat and shuffle your own harness on, pink glistening cock sparkling in the dim light. My eyes widen as I realize exactly how much control you want this evening, and you lean in close to ask if I would like to bottom tonight. When I answer it’s overwhelmingly positive, but incredibly quiet, so you take your hand with your red tipped nails and slap me across the face. I gasp again, and over my panting I can make out you telling me to ask nicely when I want to get something nicely.

So I do. I take all of my hangups about not being masculine enough, feeling like I have to be in charge, feeling like I can’t show this side of myself, and I shove them out the open window our next door neighbors can surely hear me from. I shudder and blush, but I sit up proudly when I ask you to make me your bitch. So you flip me over, fucking all the way into me from behind in one smooth motion as I cry out. You hold onto my dick, determined to keep it from swinging there uselessly and start to stroke it and grind into my cunt, and all I can do is hold onto the blankets until my knuckles go white. I can feel you fucking the fight out of me with each thrust and every single “good boy, good boy, good boy” timed perfectly in sync.

When I eventually do come it’s so loud that I’m now 100% positive the neighbors heard us, but I’m too sweaty and fucked out to care.

MEN MINORS AND TERFS FUCK OFF

In this house we love puppy boy tops, like holy shit I just wanna get railed by a whiny over excited puppy boy top who goes harder every time I call him a good boy. Puppy boys are so fucking lovely, let me play with your hair while you absolutely ruin me please I promise to scratch behind the ears 💕