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sigmahimejoshi · 4 months
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Femme sub with acrylics who cant finger themselves with their nails on but they're lucky to have such a sweet butch who'll finger the femme and make them cum harder than if they do it themselves, so they make sure to always wear nails so their butch can be the one to finger them!
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viviaj · 3 months
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a man who just wants you and needs you and would do anything for you (gone sexual)
// this is a self-insert.. it can be abt anyone u want ;3 !! but if u need some help: atsumu, kaeya, zoro, wriothesely, shoyo.. literally anyone that’s funny but also ;) KUROO
he’s been making you laugh all night. lighthearted conversation not slowing down, and countless attempts at getting you to roll your eyes at him. he looks good, too, like, casual good. black sweats and freshly washed hair.
he’s sitting on your bed, feet flat on the floor looking up at you as you go about your business. he’s a strange guy, he says something unfunny, yet its hard to not laugh. its cringey and genuinely stupid, yet comforting all the same.
you’ve been parading some new clothes on for yourself, styling pieces for him to nod and approve at. the way you move around is everything to him. he could just watch you, permanently. he wouldn’t need his phone, or a book or a computer. just you.
and that has him hard in his pants. just watching you do your thing, your glow from previously being out, with friends and at the shops— it didn’t matter.
“hey,”
“yeah?” you cheerily turn toward him, eager to keep conversation alive.
“come here,” his smile has you complicit, walking over to him, “wanna sit?”
you look down.
eyes fluttering between how hard he is and his eyes— at how fast this all changed. he’s so pretty and you just want to nod and nod and nod to him, that you’d do anything with him.
“yes, i do. yeah, okay. i don’t wanna hurt you, though, so—”
“here,” he interrupts you, guiding your hips down, “yeah, just like that,” the genuine smile on his face gives you courage.
neither of you dare to move once you’re fully sat, no one shifting or grinding, just resting on each other.
“do you feel what you do to me?” he almost laughs in exasperation. everything he says is so genuine, “i’m hard just thinking about you.” the honesty hurts.
the man underneath you is everything. he’s so sincere now that he’s not trying to make you laugh, not trying to make you roll your eyes at the stupid things he says. he doesn’t have to work for your attention.
“can i move?” you whisper, his cock so painfully there. your eyes don’t move from his.
“yeah, just— shit,” he hisses, “fuck. slowly. just rock back and forth a little.”
and it’s so easy. it’s so easy and he’s looking right at you and he’s telling you how good it feels, and god, don’t you know how long he’s wanted this for?
“is this okay? i mean, does it feel good? am i doing—”
“perfect,” he reaches a hand up to the back of your head, “it’s perfect.” his large hand pulls your head down to his, face to face with what you’re doing, who you’re doing.
he looks down at your lips, breaking the unbreakable eye contact you’d had so far, and presses his lips against yours. your hips stutter here and there, unused to the motion, but desperate to keep it there.
“let me take care of you.”
you nod.
his hands are polite on your hips, firm in how he handles you. he slides himself to the head of the bed, patting right between his open legs.
“saved you a spot,” he grins. and you remember this is the same man from an hour ago. you roll your eyes, yet sit right there, your back pressed to his chest, “this okay?” he says with his hands so close to your waistband. you nod again.
“you’re very compliant with me.” he says, and there’s nothing— no words, that could justify that. because he’s right, “i almost expected you to laugh at me more.” his slender fingers dip beneath your clothes, and he’s kind of an asshole, but he’s touching you so nicely.
“oh,” you grab onto his wrist, “feels good,” he nods against your skin.
his other hand just wants to feel you. the outside of your neck, the crease in your elbow. the curve of your ear, the shape of your breasts.
it’s obsessive.
your head drops onto his shoulder, your eyes turning to meet his and you realise he’s been looking at you this whole time. you avert your eyes, a slight red brushing your cheeks.
he’s still looking at you with a slight smile on his face. “you shy?”
“a little,” you reply for integrity’s sake.
he absolutely beams.
all the while you can feel him right against your back. he’s right there. just playing with you, hooked on every whimper and moan and twitch he can get from you.
“i’ve been waiting so long for you, you have no idea.” his sincerity is overwhelming and so are his fingers.
you nod. because that’s all you can do. “another, another. please.” you pant towards him.
“another what? tell me what you want.” he’s smiling, you can feel it.
“finger. please. can i, please?” oh, he melts. your voice softening for him and your body tense against his cock, he feels like he’s going to cum in his pants. he might.
“of course. whatever you want.” his free hand glides against your jaw, fingers grazing the side of your neck. he needs to kiss it, and bite it and leave something there. maybe as proof that this is real, that he has you how he wants you. feeling good.
so he does, he laps at your neck slowly. his fingers don’t stop fingering you, but he raises his thumb to rub at you. and that has you really going. twitching back into him, jumpy moans and sweet noises coming from you, uncontrollably it seems. your hand goes to cover your mouth.
“don’t ruin a good thing, baby. move your hand. let me hear you.”
“it’s embarrassing,” you stutter out.
he grins again, teeth grazing your neck. “i know. it’s okay.”
and it’s when you cum, with hips bucking and hand gripped onto his wrist, that he doesn’t stop.
tears well up in your eyes, “i came. i came, i came,” you chant, maybe he didn’t notice, maybe he didn’t realise.
“i know.” there’s no emotion in his voice, he’s so concentrated, so invested in what he can get out of you. what sounds, what actions, the way you move. it’s like he’s on a timer, he only has so much of it with you and he needs to milk it to its fullest.
“it’s sensitive, please. it’s too much,” tears well up in your eyes.
“you gonna cry?”
you nod against him.
“i’m sorry,” he presses his lips to where he’s bitten your neck, “brave girl. tough it out.”
what he says leaves you with no choice. something clicks in your head and you nod over and over again.
you whine and cry, blubbering words and sentences that don’t make sense. sensing that you’re going to cum again, you push against his fingers.
“don’t. stay still.”
“i can’t,” you whine, “i can’t again.”
“you can.” he smiles. he smiles and smiles and all you can do is twitch and cry out.
and when you cum for him again, pleasure overwhelming every part of you, he flips you onto your back, strong hands gently laying you back.
“my turn,” his grin melts as he presses the head of his cock into you. he preens at the feeling of you hugging him, “oh fuck. feels perfect. you’re perfect.”
your eyes scrunch closed, blubbering like someone who’s forgotten speech.
he’s sliding in and out of you, wanting to feel every single centimetre of himself in you. it’s heaven and he can’t believe that this will have to end.
your head starts to hit the soft headboard, tears still pilled up from the overstimulation on your body.
and then it just stops. he pulls out of you.
“back to you baby,” his hands slide against you once more, and you know it’s going to end with you sobbing against him.
a fun night.
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transcowgirlslut · 7 months
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i need to give head to a girl until she’s shaking, gasping my name, cumming the second time, etc etc
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ry-b0y · 1 year
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antidepressants make it harder to cum, especially by yourself, as a shared experience on certain meds
I'm so sleepy now, I can't get off when im so tired, but i'm too horny to sleep, and i can't cum by myself, I need you to help me out. cuddle me softly before fucking me to sleep, and fuck me soft enough so I get to rest. wake me up to your cum in my cunt and tell me what a good boy I was. it'd just be mean for you to not let me cum, and you don't wanna leave me needy, do you? well, I guess you'll have to get it up for another round, and probably another after that; you poor thing will be so overstimulated by the time I get to cum. at some point, you've pumped me so full I stop waking up when you cum, since I can't feel you adding another load. by the time i can finally cum, i'll have a belly bump from all the cum you pumped me full of <3
i <3 service tops 💞💞
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resuswhore · 11 months
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I want to be in control, complete control, of my sickly lover whose heart is to weak and lungs to tired, their body over all being just far to fragile. I don't want to control them in your stock standard idea of control and domination that typically leans into darker elements like deprivation/punishment/etc. (cause while its not terrible, it just doesn't float my boat). no, I want to control them in a soft and caring manner; I want to control them because I want to keep them safe, to protect them from the world, to keep anyone from hurting them or tainting their already sick body.
I want to keep them tucked away somewhere, where the outside world can't hurt them, where I can be the only one their floaty eyes lay themselves on, where I am I the only one who sees their soft smiles and hears their gentle voice.
I want to keep him in a hospital-esque room, to keep him laid up in a hospital bed and in those pretty, baby blue hospital gowns, dwarfed by layers of thin blankets and soft white sheets. I want him entangled in lines and wires, constantly hooked up to a monitor, the soft beeping of the EKG filling the room. I want to be able to monitor every part of his being, I want to know about every beat of his heart, every breath his takes, everything.
I want to practically pounce on him every time his heart gets a little to so slow for my liking, straddling his bony hips (gonna make a post about how horny straddling makes me too), forcing a fraction of my weight into his brittle chest, locking my eyes on his as he gives into my care, head resting limply back on the pillow, his tired gaze cast through his lashes, as I control his most vital organ. I want to beg him to stay with me as I force his heart to beat faster and faster. I want to pump him full of morphine I dig more and more weight into his chest. I want him to offer me his lungs, letting me shove an airway down my throat, because as I much as I love to control and pleasure, he likes to give up and receive, letting me fill his lungs with my air, kissing his plump, pretty lips between each one.
I want to put him into long periods of bed rest where I have to do everything for him. I want to spend long days cuddling, listening to his heart, letting my hands rest over the small dip in his waist, feeling his ribs shift with each breath. I want to have to carry him around anywhere and everywhere he goes, even within his own room.
I want to use drugs to keep him at different degrees of haziness when his hearts too weak to support his consciousness, I want to use pacers when it refuses to pick up the pace, I want to keep him on oxygen so I know his lungs are getting all the air they can get. I want to hold his hands and promise him that I love him. I want to promise him that he's ok, because I'm here and I'm never gonna let him go.
I want to make him feel good on his good days, making his lashes flutter, alongside his heart, and pull sweet moans from his pretty chest. I want to repay him for how good he makes me feel. I want to fuck him until he can't think straight, till his heart can't take it, just so I can take care of him again.
all the while I want to be able to offer him time to have visitors, to leave the tranquil space I've created for him, and for him to not take up those offers, to want to stay with me and me only, to want to show me off, to show off how protective and loving I am on those rare occasions we do break from the norm. I want him to always have this gentle look in his eyes, to be in a constant state of submission, because he knows he doesn't have to fight for himself, that I'll do it for him, that I'll do all the hard work, his just has to lay there and look pretty, a knowing smile on his soft, kiss swollen lips.
I want that my life goal, my livelihood, my purpose; to take care of him, to keep him alive and happy and safe, to be his protector, to keep his heart beating no matter how badly it wants to stop. that would be the absolute dream.
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gblaine-22 · 6 days
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I love the idea of being partnered with a sub who has a filthy Tumblr. I’d make her cock warm me with her pretty mouth as I scrolled through all the things that she liked but was too embarrassed to re-blog. Maybe I’d have her ass plugged or with a vibe inside her. I would read some of the more fucked up things aloud and show her all the filthy images while condescendingly asking her if that’s what she wants me to do to her. It would be so much fun 
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easi1y-0bsessed · 2 months
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cosmic-space-god · 7 months
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I like to joke I'm dominant in a submissive way. Yeah, I've got my super intense fantasies where I am in total control and someone is completely obedient to me but most times my dominance takes form in a gentle way. I'll give small gifts, and make good food, and spoil them rotten with love, affection, and attention. I will do anything to make them happy. I fantasize about spending cold winter months snuggled up under a blanket together. I'll make her some fancy flavored hot chocolate and I'll drink my own plain one. I may be her God, and she may be my territory at the end of the day, but I never once want her to doubt she is loved.
And if I get to fuck her brains out by the end of it, I gladly will reclaim whats mine. I know she loves that 💙
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Torture you? No no baby, I just want to worship your body and get you to make as many of those pretty little wrecked out noises as possible until I'm absolutely sure that I'm the only thing you even have the capacity to think of <3
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transcowgirlslut · 7 months
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i NEED to make a girl feel like she’s in heaven RIGHT NOW PLEASE
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1nj3ct10n · 6 months
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not enough posts abt tying a sub down while their dom goes down on them, hearing them whimper and struggle against their restraints bc they’re just SO overwhelmed… yeah
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gblaine-22 · 2 years
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It took me a long time to realize my biggest kink was arousing my partner. As in: “oh this is your favorite kink? When I do this? Well now it’s my favorite kink.” I feed off the energy they give. I’m not a sadist, but if you love pain, I’ll become one. I don’t love punishing a sub, I love punishing a sub who gets off on being punished. I don’t have a term you have to call me, i want you to find the term that has the biggest effect on you. I have zero desire to choke a you unless it’s what you want.
Outside of my hard limits, I really will try just about anything. Whether I’m domming or subbing, I just love to please
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ohdearohmeohmy · 8 months
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The days of the week are as follows,
Suck him off silly Sunday
Manhandle him Monday
Toss him around Tuesday
Watch him wank Wednesday
Thick thighs Thursday
Fuck that old man Friday
Slut him out Saturday
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rosemaryannethyme · 7 months
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My friend just reminded me of how I cockily said “I’m pretty sure I can take him” then texted her post session about how I was limping to work. 😅
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maybeyourdaddy · 1 year
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"I can fix her"
"I can make her worse"
"I can put her on her knees and make her beg to be used like a pretty little toy while she drools all over my cock"
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feralhornyposting · 1 month
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Not entirely sure what to put as my first post so I'll just share what's on my mind.
Their deep voice growling almost animalistically in my ear as they touch me everywhere, kissing and biting in every place they love. Telling me how gorgeous I am, how I drive them crazy just by existing. How I'm the perfect combination of body, mind and soul, and how they want me more than just physically, more than just for sex. They want to make love to me, worship me. Praise me for being so unbelievably perfect for them, their voice only getting more deep and desperate as they tell me how much they love me. Telling me I'm doing so well, I'm being so good by letting them do all the work to please me even though I wanna please them so bad. They won't let me please them just yet. It's my turn first, they tell me. It's my turn to feel how much passion they feel for me. And when I give into the pleasure, letting them service me, love me, they only tell me how adorable I am, biting my ear and practically growling as they only get more turned on. Tonight, they'll give me whatever I want.
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