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26 / bi / nonbinary

[monstersflashlight]

omg I just had a thought. A desperate subby vampire who begs unashamedly to touch you. Like there’s a stereotype that vampires are all suave and confident but this vampire just rlly needs the invitation *inside* 😏

Vampire boyfriend who doesn't know how to tell you he wants to fuck. He dances around the topic for what feels like forever as you watch him, amused. You always thought vampires were supposed to be dominant and demanding, that he would take you away and bite your neck without asking. You were wrong.

Your vampire boyfriend is as subby as a vampire can get. He not only needs your permission to feed off you, but also likes when you are dominant with him.

He likes to beg to touch you, to kiss you, he likes to be tied down as you tease him for hours. You love to watch him squirm and beg, to watch him cry out in pleasure as you deny him another orgasm. You play with his dick for hours, you suck and lick and bite everything you can, as he lets red tears flow down his cheeks. He looks so pretty you have to kiss him senseless. He follows your mouth like the desperate pet he is.

And when you have your fill, you tease him some more, sitting over him and barely pushing the tip of his dick inside of you. He cries out and begs. And begs. And begs some more as you barely fuck him.

At some point you take pity on him and sit down completely, groaning as his dick hits every sensitive part of you. He screams as you fuck him restlessly, your legs are tired, but he looks so pretty you can't avoid fucking him some more. You come twice before you allow him to finish.

He blacks out after, and you clean him lovingly, thinking about how many people think vampires are dominant and demanding when yours is just a pet for you to play with.

[sellenite]

Imagine giving him a handjob for the first time and he’s soooo sensitive. He’s trying so hard to stay quiet and not move because he’s so embarrassed, but his cock is leaking so much.

And your fist feels so good wrapped around him.

You bring your hand up to his tip and squeeze him a little tighter, and it’s completely involuntary how he arches up into your touch and lets out a throaty groan.

And the high points of his cheeks are pink because he can’t believe he just let that sound out, but he can’t stop the whines now because his head feels so light and you’re pumping his cock even faster.

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[iteidem]

i love dry humping

i wanna watch a sub desperately rut against me then cum pathetically hard in his pants while he whines like he’s actually fucking me

[rahroarrawr]

oops. (or just the tip, i promise)

mdni. 18+ content ahead :3

you're on your stomach, his hands at your hips, his mouth at your shoulder, his cock hard against your ass, still slick from the first time, his cum still inside you, dripping, making you messy, making you his.

"can't," you whisper, your voice wrecked, your body tender, oversensitive, your cunt fluttering around nothing, empty, wanting and not wanting, too much, too soon. "please, can't, it's too much-"

"shh," he murmurs, his lips pressing to your spine, your shoulder blade, the nape of your neck. "just the tip, love. i promise. just to feel you, just to stay inside you, just-"

"you said that before," you breathe, your face heating, your hips rolling slightly, involuntary, seeking, your body betraying you, always for him.

"did i?" he asks, his voice soft, innocent, his hand sliding down your hip, your thigh, spreading you slightly, his cock pressing against your entrance, hot, hard, thick, more than the tip, always more than the tip with him.

"yes," you gasp, your hands fisting in the sheets, your back arching, your body yielding, opening, taking him, slow, deep, his full length sliding into you, filling you, stretching you, his groan breaking against your shoulder.

"oops," he breathes, his hips rolling, his thrusts starting, deep, deliberate, his hand sliding under you, finding your clit, circling, relentless. "lost control, love. you feel too good. too wet. too full of my cum already, so messy, so perfect-"

"liar," you whisper, your hips bucking, meeting him, your body shaking, pleasure building sharp and urgent again tooo soon, too sensitive, perfect.

"your liar," he murmurs, his mouth at your ear, his voice soft, fond, his thrusts hardening, deepening, his hand at your clit pressing, rubbing, relentless. "my greedy girl. taking my cock again even when you said you couldn't. so desperate for me. so perfect. gonna fill you up again, love. gonna make you take it. gonna make you cum around me.. keep me inside you forever-"

"please," you gasp, your vision blurring, his cock driving into you, deep, relentless, his hand at your clit.

"cum for me," he breathes, his voice breaking, his thrusts brutal, his hand relentless, his cock pulsing, thickening, ready again, always ready for you. "cum for me, love. let me feel you. let me fill you up again. let me keep my promise in other ways-"

you do. you break, your orgasm ripping through you, violent, your scream sharp, his name breaking, his cock pulsing, his cum flooding you again, hot, endless, his groan breaking against your shoulder, his teeth sinking into your skin, his promise forgotten, his everything yours, his lie perfect, his love complete.

"oops," he whispers again, later, his mouth at your ear, his cock still inside you, softening, his hands stroking your hair, your back, his cum dripping out of you, making you messy, making you his.

"shut up," you murmur, your voice thick, satisfied, your body yielding, full, claimed.

"love you," he breathes, his lips pressing to your shoulder, your neck, your jaw.

"love you," you whisper back, your eyes closing, your body settling into his,

"meant it," he murmurs, his hand sliding down your stomach, possessive, dreaming. "just the tip. next time."

"liar," you whisper, smiling.

[rahroarrawr]

mdni 18+ content ahead

you're still trembling. he has you spread open on the bed, thighs apart, and you can feel how swollen you are, sensitive to every brush of air.

he settles between your legs like he has all the time in the world. his mouth finds your inner thigh first, kissing the bruises his fingers left earlier. you whine, still too raw, but he shushes you gently.

"easy," he says. "let me."

his tongue traces where you're puffy and oversensitive, not to get you off again, just to soothe. you jerk at the contact and he holds your hips down, keeps you still for it. the contrast makes your head spin: his mouth so soft now, when an hour ago he had you pinned face-down, fucking you so hard the bed frame knocked against the wall.

he kisses your clit, swollen and peeking from its hood, and you gasp, oversensitive, trying to squirm away. he doesn't let you. he pins you harder, licks again, feather-light.

"my poor baby," he says, breathless against you. he looks up at you with those eyes, all concern, like he wasn't the one who did this. like he didn't have you sobbing into the mattress, didn't make you beg, didn't hold you down and take you apart until you couldn't remember your own name.

you glare at him, still panting. "you're unbelievable."

he smiles, soft and satisfied, and presses a kiss right where you're throbbing. "i know," he says. "but you're so pretty like this. all soft and puffy and mine."

he licks you again, slow and deliberate, and you moan despite yourself, your hands finding his hair. he lets you hold him there, doesn't rush, just keeps kissing you sweet and filthy until you're trembling for a different reason, until the sensitivity tips back into want.

"again?" he asks, looking up at you, already knowing the answer.

[velvetvisi0ns]

I think I deserve sloppy head where I forget there's even a person beneath me because I feel too good, completely focused on rubbing my folds stupid on someone's tongue. Who cares if he needs to breathe? He can come up for air when I've squirted all over him 🤷‍♀️

[suguwu]

Royal au where the crown prince you were raised alongside steals into your chambers late one night to read with you, as you often did when you were children. He shouldn't. You know he shouldn't.

The dark is hungrier now, the shadows deep, barely kept at bay by the single burning candle he holds high above the parchment. The light is soft, shimmering, and in the glow of it, you can pretend that you are not hungry too. That the press of him against you is still innocent.

It is your turn to read tonight. You are tucked tight against him, a rib returned, and the heat of him sinks into your bones as you let the words roll off the slick pink of your tongue.

He listens carefully. Quietly. That intentional quiet lingers, like wool taut around the spindle, softness spinning into a slow thread between you. He stirs; you feel it the way the shore feels the tide. Shifting. Molding. Becoming.

You read on.

The candle is burning low. He tilts it more, lets it spill light like wine, the golden glow pooling on the parchment.

When the wax drips, it falls onto the curve of your wrist. It trickles down to the tender skin beneath it. The pain shines hot and quick, a flaring comet, one that streaks across your nerves. It lights something in you that you didn't know could catch.

The sound that leaves you is laced with a moan.

He stills. His breath is hot against the shell of your ear; it flows faster now, a gust instead of a breeze.

Wax pools at the candle tip once more. You watch it collect. His wrist flexes as he twists it, sending the wax droplet rolling to the side. It keeps it from falling, just barely.

Something unfurls in you, low and deep, the lush honey of a blooming flower. You press back into him. He curves around you, the sky to the earth, and you can feel him through both of your nightclothes.

You turn your wrist over, baring the soft underbelly of it.

He makes a noise, low and tender and hungry. His other hand settles at your hip; you can feel the damp press of his palm through the fabric. His fingers flex against you. He takes a breath, deep and sudden, and tilts the candle.

The wax falls, bright and burning, and it echoes through you. You gasp out a breath as his hand sweeps up your hip, coming to rest just beneath your chest. When the next drop falls, he presses against the hard peak of your nipple, rolling his thumb over it, and you know that you will unfold for him.

But prince or not, he will unfold for you, too.

[suguwu]

wax play but when the wax is puddling on your skin—a stinging heat that settles deep and low—they press their seal into the shimmering spill of it to mark you as theirs

[alexandritefangs]

You've been such a good boy, you deserve to have your face buried in my neck while frantically rutting inside of me

[countryside-dad]

“I’m sorry. You just feel so good. Fuck. My cock fits perfectly inside you. Oh, god- I can’t stop. I can’t stop. Fuck. I need to fill you up. I’m gonna fill you up. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m- ”

[mewnbuns]

just the tip because his cock is way too thick and as it stands you’re way too tight to take the rest, but with the way you keep begging and trying to pull him closer he may just have to test another inch……

[luckieangel]

a shy man with a big cock who guides it into you with his hand, softly moaning as you squeeze around him. stays inside of you for a moment, unmoving, because he is so grateful to be in you. thanks you and proceeds to fuck you like a feral animal

[scentoflemons]

I want you so swollen, ruddy, and needy it fucking hurts and it's all you can do to whimper my name and hump the air desperate for my touch. A touch. Any contact. Any at all. Dripping and certain that one slow tracing nail could make you explode

[faefemfair]

Knights are so precious the first time that they lay with you.

They are paradoxically dripping with need and frozen for fear of offending their charge. You've seen them strike terror in hearts of men and monsters twice your size. And yet, before you, they shake like a dog with the sheer effort of their restraint.

But, Lord, are they ever obedient. If you command them to forget themselves, you'll have the chance to see your most decorated protector turn into a feral beast intent on wringing every morsel of pleasure their beloved can provide.

[gojoest]

when you palm a man’s clothed bulge and he spreads his legs wider for you giving access to his balls too and pushes his hips up against your hand and lets out that throaty little groan ………

[mangosmoothiepussyv3]

letting a boy slide inside of me, but not letting him move. then i use my vibrator to make myself cum while he squirms and trys not to fuck into me, begging me to let him move

[drowzymutt]

Sub tops.. save me sub tops...

[drowzymutt]

Sub tops that get all twitchy and hard at the mere thought of being inside u.. sub tops that moan and whine more than you while fucking you.. sub tops that just can't stop rutting their hips against yours.. sub tops wearing collars...