Something About Being Eye Candy Is So Fucking Hot. Like Being Something That You Show Off And Use Around

something about being eye candy is so fucking hot. like being something that you show off and use around your friends and in public. just a pretty little sex toy for your collection <33

It's unacceptable that I don't have a tentacle creature spitroasting me right now. Really wanna feel it sliding down my throat and stretching open my pussy until I'm so overstimulated I'm ready to pass out 💙

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I'm so tired of having to think and deal with the world. Someone hypnotize me into being your happy, submissive fucktoy, always readily opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue to receive your cock, cumming so hard my eyes roll back into my head with a single command, spending my days sitting on your lap or between your legs getting my hair stroked and being told I'm such a good boy, completely entranced in mind-numbing pleasure and blissful subservience.

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where’s the royalty kink stuff that’s between a prince and a king of another kingdom? i’ve seen prince x knight (which i love), prince x thief, prince x prince, but consider: prince x king (from a different kingdom)

a king is visiting the kingdom to find a bride that will help keep peace between the nations. at the last kingdom. the king and queen are waiting with their sons and daughters, the princesses are lined up in their finest dresses, blushing or disinterested. time has been organised for the visiting king to spend with each of them to get to know them and see if they like each other, but each day the king’s gaze always wanders to one of their brothers in particular. each time the prince flushes and looks away, which only makes the king stare more. he corners the prince whenever he can, converses with him, convinces him to go out riding with him. he asks the prince if he might join him for a nightcap. blushing and eyes darting the prince worries if they will be seen, but accepts. the wine is forgotten about when the prince’s hands are clawing in the furs around the king’s shoulders as strong hands hold him in the king’s lap before picking him up and depositing him on the bed. the king is soft and coaxing with the virgin prince, telling him he doesn’t have to take his cock right away, but the prince is curious and eager. even after prepping him, the king stretches the prince out, hushing, stroking his sides, as his thrusts become rougher and his gentle voice never stops telling the prince how well he’s taking him, how warm and tight and perfect he is, how pretty he looks with his hair spilled around him, with tears pricking the corner of his eyes, with his lips flush and swollen. the king holds the prince through the night, knowing he has found his betrothed.

a prince from a fallen and ruined kingdom seeking refuge at a neighboring kingdom they’ve always had a rocky relationship with. the king smirks at the princeling and says he can stay in his palace for a price. at first he has the prince eat with him. then has clothes he wants the prince to wear set out. thin, light fabrics in pale blues and whites, gold and silver chains around his neck and waist and arms, pins for his hair, rouge for his cheeks, powder for his eyes. the prince has brought few clothes with him and picks from what feels the least humiliating to wear, until he notices how the king stares at him, how his eyes feast on him when the prince wears these clothes. he thinks he can turn this humiliation back onto the king if he plays into it, wears the most revealing clothes he can to distract the king. maybe he’d embarrass himself and lose track of his thoughts during important meetings, maybe he’d be so seduced that the prince could wrap him around his finger. though the king knew what games the prince was playing. he’d start putting his hands on the prince more, on his neck, on his hips, moving him around. the prince’s confidence seemed to disappear as the king made more and more advances. he wasn’t sure when he was reacting and responding to the touches on purpose as an act… or when he was naturally responding to them for real. by the time he’s let the king dress him in nothing but chains and jewels and he’s warming his cock while the king reads through important documents and when he’s bouncing on the king’s cock afterwards as a reward for keeping so still, he’s forgotten he was ever trying to act.

a prince and a king from waring kingdoms who end up stranded together, perhaps left for dead, and have to work together to get back to safety. the king mocks the prince for his brashness, for still having so much to learn, and the prince spits back at the king for being stuck in his ways, for being stubborn and lazy. they continue to fight, even as they bandage each other’s wounds and have to draw close together in front of the fires they build. when they wash in the stream the prince thinks he’s being sneaky when he glances at the king, scared body half submerged in water, but the king knows he’s being watched. eventually when their soldiers find them, the king has already fucked the prince on the dirt in front of their campfire with it’s flames dancing in the prince’s eyes, in a field during an argument as he pushed the prince’s face into the dirt and grass and pinned him there, against the bed of the river after holding the prince’s head underwater until he was spluttering around his cock. if the soldiers noticing the flush on the prince’s and king’s cheeks before they’ve even started arguing again, they don’t say anything. perhaps the prince asks his father to appoint him to be in charge of handling the peace treaty between the kingdoms so he can have an excuse to keep visiting the other king.

or something like that, i don’t know

[this is about and for trans mlm, dni if you are adding wlw takes in the tags or as additions to this post]

Recently I've been thinking about a fantasy setting in which my squirt is very potent and a very exclusive commodity consumed for its aphrodisiac capabilities. I'm kept by some wealthy Lord and milked daily, enchanted by some kind of magic or potion or whatever to be in a constantly aroused state that makes me very prone to squirting. Strapped to a rack, some kind of magical appendages or machine fucking into me, touching just the spot that makes me gush over and over. I'm fed well and given lots of fluids. Eventually my body's trembling from having orgasm after orgasm drawn out of me, and when the Lord comes to visit me I plead for him to let it stop for just a moment so I can recover.

"Just a few more," he says, voice soft with faux sympathy. "I know you've got a little more in you."

He presses a hand to my belly and rubs my hard, neglected cock, making me gush again. He manipulates my body as easily as the appendage he's got fucking into me.

And we both know I don't really want it to stop. It feels too good to be his pleasure slave. When there's not a drop left in me, he lets me rest and be attended to by servants. But the next day it starts all over again.

Eventually, he starts arranging for people to come get a tour and see how the product is made. They get to watch me get milked and sometimes even taste the product straight from the source. I'm happy knowing people enjoy what I provide so much. Happy with the pleasure of being milked.

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doms talking dumb to their subs hhhrrrbgg hhrgh,,

“you like that?”

“you like my fingers, baby?”

“look at how worked up you are”

“you’re such a good puppy, aren’t you?”

“*sooo* good for me baby.”

“aww, you wanna cum? tell me. use your words.”

“*goood* job baby, did so good for me.”

“poor puppy, you can’t even think straight can you?”