God Thinkinf Abt Getting Bred And Seeded Is Making Me Insane. Creampie Isn't Good Enough And Impregnation

god thinkinf abt getting bred and seeded is making me insane. creampie isn't good enough and impregnation is too clinical. someone or something NEEDS to use your body for more than just pleasure. desperately needs to fill you, fuck you deep as it can get. hopelessly needs to leave something in you, needs to make your body react and take it and reproduce for them. they arent fully in control anymore either, all they know is their body feels so good and theyre so close, almost there, almost relieved themself of their seed or eggs, the instinct or directive to get it out drain into a good vessel.

and your body is so much more willing than you expected. wet and pliant and spurring them on. good, good hole, dumb body, already stretching around them but just aching from the inside out to take them and be that vessel and let them fill and use and breed and breed and breed you.

it's about the body desperately needing to do what it might not be able to do, and the creature above you being thankful either way.

inspired by this piece by @gammagroove

why did nobody tell me how beautiful shibari is 😭😭 i've been restless for days and suddenly my autistic ass has been sated at the mere idea of being gently bound and chillin like that for an evening

i cannot stop thinking about it. i need to be his sleepy little spoon and i need the gradual escalation of innocent shifting and bumping. i need him to be just a little too sensitive and eager and next thing i know hes taking in precious shaky little gasps and his bulge is achey and swollen against me. i wanna let him take my hips to needily rut against, n hear him whine. poor guy. eventually he cant take it and squirms out of his sweats and tugs down mine to get inside. angles me just right and slips himself in with a few shaky strokes. im wet for him n theres still a bit of a stretch, and he tries to let me adjust before he's rocking with little desperate thrusts

When they’re stretching and their boxer band and happy trail become visible…

when he's crying in pleasure from how hard you're fucking him, you don't know whether to speed up your thrusts and pound him harder into the mattress or hold his hand

when you hold his hand, you don't know if it's to remind him of who he belongs to, who has control over his pleasure, who is making him feel this good, or to help him keep grasp of his surroundings

either way, he holds onto it