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mean mean dom holding the vibrator at just the right spot that it overstimulates me even on the lowest setting and holding the tip of their cock right against my hole refusing to let it enter me even as i try my hardest to move my hips into place
one of my absolute favorite things to do is forcing them to cum when they rly don’t want to. draw circles around their clit to make them so drooly & desperate, burying my fingers knuckle-deep inside them, playing with their insides until they grab my arm & start mewling, “please, sir, please please please please”, faking a confused look & telling them to use all their words otherwise i won’t be able to give them what they want…
& when they moan, “please, sir, can i cum on your fingers? can i please let your pussy cum on your fingers, sir, please?” i just can’t resist smiling & shaking my head, “no, not yet… you can hold on a little longer, can’t you?” as i pick up the speed & begin slamming harder & deeper into them.
it’s just their whines when they’re in that much anguish sound so fucking good, stuck between wanting to be a good, obedient fuckdoll for me & how powerless they are to the orgasm i’m building up inside them, begging, “no no no please no sir i’m gonna cum please don’t sir please no please please you’re gonna make me cum sir i can’t hold it i can’t”, words eclipsing into sobs as they clench around my fingers, their grip tightening so hard around my arm they bruise me a little, crying, “i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i didn’t mean to i wanted to be good i’m sorry”
& i love it so much bc i get to kiss their tears away & nuzzle their neck, my fingers still deep inside them as i hold them close & whisper in their ear, “it’s okay, my sweet baby… i know you didn’t mean it… i forgive you… we’re just gonna have to keep going, won’t we? it only counts if you mean it & you want to be good, don’t you? i know you can do it. don’t worry, we have time… we will go as many times as you need, okay? there’s a good pet… ready to cum your stupid little brains out for me properly this time? that’s the spirit, let’s go again.” <3
Ok but can we just talk about how hot it is to have bruises all over you after sex? Just a constant reminder of how well, and roughly you were fucked. Every time you change, there they are. Shower? There. You’re carrying too many items at once and they press into the bruises all over your chest while you’re struggling to hold onto them. Or maybe, every time you sit down for a few days after, you wince. God that’s hot.
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thinking of a mean dom forcing you to overstimulate yourself while they just watch
making you hump a vibrator even when you start crying about how bad it hurts, and if you dare stop they slap you across the face until you start moving again
bonus points if they ignore you the whole time, preoccupied with texting or watching tv and only giving you attention when they need to punish you for trying to take a break 💕
thinking about eating him out, forcing his legs open and over my shoulders so he can’t close them despite how hard he’ll try. hearing his pretty moans and whines slowly disappear as i make him cum over and over again with just my tongue. watching as he starts getting overstimulated, just babbling nonsense into the void as his thighs squeeze pathetically at my head. he wanted to cum, right? stupid of him to think it’d only be once.
oh, look, you're finally awake. i was wondering how long you'd be out, 'cause i can't say i measured the dosage real exactly. sorry about that.
hey, do you know where we are? c'mon, open those pretty eyes of yours and look. uh-huh, exactly. we're just at the edge of this very pretty forest, and it looks a little dark in there, doesn't it? there's probably bears in it.
no no no, hey, don't cry yet. i haven't even told you what we're doing here. see, i wanna play a game, alright? it's like hide and seek. i'm gonna untie you in just a second and let you go in there, and then i'll come looking for you! doesn't that sound fun? and because i'm feeling nice, i'll even give you a five minute head start.
(ah ah- don't be rude. what do you say when someone does something nice for you? there we go, that's a good little lamb.)
now, in the interest of being open and truthful with each other: i'm going to find you. i mean, honey, you don't even know where we are. i've been in and out of this forest my whole life. it's really a non-starter. so when i find you, i'm going to spread those pretty legs open and fuck your tight little hole until you're just screaming and crying and god, it's going to feel good. for me, mostly. but who knows? maybe you're a little more sick in the head than i thought you were. wouldn't that be interesting?
let's get you out of this rope now, hm? ready? alright, poppet. run.
im extremely devout but nobody can figure out what im worshipping
we’ve all heard of “i want my dom to use me while i sleep” but what about “i want my sub to be so needy they can’t help but use my body to get off while i sleep”?
i want to wake up and find them humping my thigh or fucking themselves on my dick cause they just needed it so bad; i want them to blush cause they were hoping not to wake me and are embarrassed that they lost control and now i’m staring at them. i want to wake up to my sub being so needy they just couldn’t wait any longer to have their body on mine
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need someone to keep me as a sex slave and strap me down in front of a live video feed all day with a fuck machine, turning me into a drooling overstimulated brainless mess while they're stuck at work, treating me like i'm not even a person but just a source of porn to distract themselves with when they get bored
so sick and tired of acting like i don’t want to be used. use me, please
shove your fingers down my throat, or maybe even your strap and just make me choke and gag until my jaw hurts and there’s spit all over my face and the floor
fuck me with the smallest or biggest toy you can find, tease me, overwhelm me, make me cum, deny me
make me suck you off and pull my hair so i suck harder
leash and collar me and yank on it when i don’t fuck you fast enough
just please, please, please use me however you want i’ll be a good dog i promise
Receiving sexts in public. Receiving nudes in public. Receiving moaning audios in public.
Make me needy in public. Its evil. Making me worked up and hot knowing I can't do anything till I get home...
😵💫😵💫
you wanna know something I really want? giggles between innocent kisses because we are having a good time. you wanna know something I want that's even better? him trying to contain his laughter as I try to give a hickey on his neck where he's ticklish. so all I'm hearing are giggles cut off by soft moans, and it's music to my ears
Scrolling through his blog and seeing all his posts and reblogs that say “him” and realizing “Wait, that’s me! IM THE HIM!”
plz let me grind on you while we make out :3
plz let me grind on you while we make out :3
plz let me grind on you while we make out :3
plz let me grind on you while we make out :3
plz let me grind on you while we make out :3
plz let me grind on you while we make out :3
plz let me grind on you while we make out :3
plz let me grind on you while we make out :3
plz let me grind on you while we make out :3
plz let me grind on you while we make out :3
plz let me grind on you while we make out :3
plz let me grind on you while we make out :3
i feel very normal about boy thighs yes i do i can be so trusted around boy thighs yes sir
i want to have a very homoerotic confusing relationship with some trans guy is that too much to ask for????
Something in me, I assume it to be animalistic, really wants to push him down and kissing the fuck out that man's lips. There can be blood, somewhere in me, that's probably the point. I want him to be flustered from how much I'm touching him and hot from how hard and fast I'm breathing on him like I want to devour him.
He's so fucking. Malleable.
"Just sit pretty, just like that" I'M GONNA FUCKING EAT HIM.
All of him. Fully covered. Bites. Spit. WAX? WHATEVER HE WANTS. I JUST WANT HIM. UNDER. ME.
Time after time, I feel like a dog, and it doesn't get easier. YES, I actively crave you and the light in my eyes gets brighter when I think about you. I also actively want you. And I want to hear you. So so bad. Please. Pretty please?