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Badass Uke
Badass Uke
Take Are you a Seme or an Uke? today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Personality Test Generator.
You are the highest level uke. Other uke admire you, some seme fear you. At times, you can even fool other people into thinking you are seme with your mischievous, manipulative attitude, but when push comes to shove, your true submissive nature emerges - all you really want is the punishment. It takes a seme with just enough sadistic tendencies to dish out the punishment you really want, but enough patience not to outright kill you, so you are best paired with the "Don't Fuck With Me" Seme.

Hahaha, so true. Another plus: lookit the purty picture and tell me that's not Miyavi.

And manipulating the answers so that I could get the code for my significant other (first try!):
Don't Fuck With Me Seme
Don't Fuck With Me Seme
Take Are you a Seme or an Uke? today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Personality Test Generator.
Serious and to the point, and sometimes bordering on the sadistic, it takes a special breed of uke to satisfy your needs. You tend to be anti-social with little patience for most people. You need someone to challenge you and push you to your limits, and then be able to take the punishment you dish out, which frequently involves rope and alchohol. This is what makes the Badass Uke the yin for your yang, as you're the only one able to put them in line and satisfy each other.

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Date: 2007-02-01 12:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*has hot fantasies about this*

XDDD This quiz is awesome.

zomg it's het-fic

Date: 2007-02-01 01:22 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile]
This was something she could live for: the hot blood rush of adrenaline she felt every time he shot a glare at her. He was such a tight ass anyway - ignoring people and ignoring her too if she let him and generally just being unsociable - but he could be good company once she forced him.

"What did you say about me?" he demanded.

"I said," she replied with as much exasperation as she could afford without laughing, "that you don't have to take your anger out on the world all the time. I said that I'm sure there's someone out there that's willing to take the hormonal hurricane that must be a twenty-five-year-old virgin."

An implication of his virginity. Not that she thought he was, but the way he cut any conversation about sex short with one burning gaze could really get to a girl. But they were alone now and if he was a virgin, it'd just be their little secret - with nothing to be ashamed about. Nothing at all, so long as he let that anger simmer below the surface.

"I'm not a virgin," he growled.

Like a barely restrained animal. She loved this. "Sure," she drawled, smiling. "Prove it."

She almost licked her lips - almost - when he strode toward her, no hesitation, not even a glimmer of uncertainty of what he was doing and what he would do later as he grabbed her arm and shoved her against the wall.

"You sneak," he hissed, framing her body with his arms. "You think you know. I'll show you."

And then she was heaved off the floor - so high that even when she stretched her feet, she couldn't feel the carpet with her toes. His fingers were biting into her thighs and his chest was pressed tight against hers, hard enough to make her feel as if she couldn't breathe. There would be bruises, no doubt, but they'd be good bruises that she would feel for days and be able to press with her fingers to know the pain and pleasure all over again.

He was kissing her - which was no help in the breathing department - with his teeth and his tongue and his lips forcing hers to respond. She moaned and curled her fists around his collar, yanking him as close as she could get him, submitting to his direction even as she folded her mouth over his.

She didn't even need to feel the way his hands squeezed her legs a little harder to know that she should wrap herself around his waist, but she waited for it - and waited longer still until he pushed her into the wall with his hips. Only then did she hook her ankles behind his back and settle herself against the hard bulge of his cock.

"That's a good girl," he murmured.

"Fuck me," she said, digging her fingers into his hair. "Oh, please-"

Not even a response as he cupped her ass and ground into her - clothes and all. And he was so, so hard and biting at her throat while she clutched at him and thrust back against him, using the wall for whatever leverage she could even though it earned her a slap against her ass.

It was all tight jeans against tight jeans and god, he wasn't going to undress either of them, was he, even if she begged? He thrust so hard against her - hard, hard, hard, oh, please, harder - that the seam bit into the soft, aching flesh of her core, making her gasp and wiggle and bite her lip and breathless. And then, she was coming in her pants, hot and shaking and quivering as she arched into the wall.

He lowered her to the floor, afterward, gently smoothing her hair back in a way that was foreign. It took a moment to realize that the bulge in his pants meant that he still hadn't come.

He smiled - in a dangerous way that made her shiver - and said, "I've been waiting years for this. You think you can handle it?"

Another nerve wracking shiver as she leaned into his hand and pulled him toward her. She whispered into his mouth before she kissed him: "Make me take it."

Re: zomg it's het-fic

Date: 2007-02-01 04:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*gapes fish like*


I know what I'm going to be doing tonight. And what I'm going to be thinking of.

*hasn't read Het that hot... in... YEARS*

GUUUUUUUUUUUH. If you wrote het more often, I think I might read it just as much.

Re: zomg it's het-fic

Date: 2007-02-03 08:21 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile]
[I know what I'll be doing tonight too! ♥ And since you insisted with that suggestion, here's more het - in two comments because I went over the character limit.]

Her body was lithe, loosening in the wake of pleasure and wrapping around him like a snake - coiling and tensing and drawing him in with unblinking, daring eyes. He kissed her to the ground, crushing her into plush carpet, and she arched, slowly and shuddering still, beneath him before trying to escape the bracket of his arms.

A fruitless attempt.

He caught her by her jeans - hooking four fingers past the waist and dragging her back toward him. He knew - as he bent to nuzzle and bite at her neck, as she stretched and gave him access - that he was playing with something dangerous. For himself, but also for her. If she hadn't responded positively - gasping and grasping at him in that fuck me please way that made him want to tie her down - then he would have backed off, with neither of them worse for the wear or different for the sudden, incredible change she'd sparked.

Sparked with phrases like this: "Well, what are you waiting for?"

"I'm thinking," he told her tersely. It made her smile; it made her curious.

"About what?"

He smiled at her, let her squirm under his scrutiny before answering. "Whether I want you to strip yourself for me and fuck you good and long in my bed, or just tear your clothes off now and fuck you into the floor."

"Hmm," she replied with a lazy lowering of her eyes. "That is troublesome. Why not fuck me into the floor while you decide which clothes you want me to strip later?"

But already, he was thumbing the button of her jeans open, and already the soft flesh of her belly was being revealed by his hand shoving her shirt up. He'd felt her lack of underwear when he'd pulled her back to him, but knowing and seeing the curls appear before his eyes were two different feelings altogether.

Re: zomg it's het-fic

Date: 2007-02-03 08:23 am (UTC)
ext_2732: (Default)
From: [identity profile]
For instance, like how it was one thing to know that his friend was a submissive that could beg and plead and suck cock with the best of them. It'd be another to have her lips around his cock, proving it.

She rolled her hips, helping him, openly making little sounds of encouragement - nonsense mostly, but also little words: "Oh, oh, just a bit more. Ah."

Like how it was one thing to draw her pants off, unceremoniously working his fingers into her and knowing that she was tight and still sensitive from her orgasm and going to squeeze just like that as soon as he slams into her wet, wanting heat.

"Oh, oh, fuck. Please, now, please! Ah!"

And she shifted, moving her hips to thrust against his fingers and rub her clit across the mounds of his palm. She dug her fingers into the carpet, like she had with his hair, and forced her legs a little wider in order to brace, lift, and thrust even harder.

"I want it," she said.

...It was entirely different to spread her legs further apart with his hands smoothing along her thighs - across smooth, soft skin that was just beginning to show his earlier touch - and press in quickly, more quickly than he would do later just because he'd been waiting for her to bait him for so long now and he wanted it now...

She wrapped around him like a good little temptress, drawing him in and trying to keep him there with her legs while she made little circles around his cock. A sharp, short thrust changed that, making her head throw back and her body seize around him, and he could see the effort it took for her to unhook her ankles and wait.

He fucked her as fast as he dared, sinking deep enough to make her sore later (when she'd feel it when he gave it to her slow, pressing against those sore points) and she cried out and clawed at the jeans that bit into her ass with the zipper and then at the shirt he still wore. She kept trying to find ways to keep him, arching into his hands so that her hardened nipples would show from under her shirt and feel like pebbles to his palm.

And the sounds she made while he fucked her - low whines when he withdrew, hot long gasps when he sank back in, sharp little screams when he found a particularly good spot - made his thrusts harder. She was silent with that - entire body tensing with the thrusts, bowing into the painful pleasure as she bit on her fingers. Her legs - trecherous little things - confined him as best they could as she snuggled her hips tighter against his as she pulsed around him and came.

He came too, this time, with enough power to wrench a grunt from his throat, and shook with her moan as he spent himself inside her.

She recovered remarkably fast for someone who'd just come twice in less than half an hour - against the wall and then the floor and next... - and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"So, Master," she drawled and he kissed her quickly before letting her continue: "To the bed?"

Re: zomg it's het-fic

Date: 2007-02-03 05:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*____* Toh says you should be a trashy romance novel writer. Seriously, you could make it big.

Guuuh. <3


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