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i’ve said it once & i’ll say it again: men who eat you out until THEYRE done are evil & i love every single one of you

i love guys who get hard quickly omg like we are kissing and now your cute tip is saying hi to me…. awww now i have to stroke and jerk you off so i can see you get all flustered awww…

iteidem

need someone to breed me but.. in a submissive way?

having a sub thrust into me hard and fast, nothing in their head other than thoughts of how good my pussy feels around them and how badly they want to cum as they pound into me.

their brain was barely working before but it just shuts off completely whenever i clench around their pretty cock

telling them to move faster and watching as they finally let go, thrusting as deep as they possibly can before filling me up, pathetic sounds forced from their throat when i cum too ♡

violette-angel

subby boy who gets so dumb when eating your pussy that he nearly forgets he's pleasing you; he just thoughtlessy licks and sucks and bites so eagerly, loving the feeling of your cunt on his mouth, loving the taste that keeps dripping out onto his tongue. he can't help but hump the bed as he whines into you and grips your thighs hard, holding them up to retain easy access to your pussy. he just can't get enough. and when he makes you cum he doesn't even notice, too lost in his own pleasure and desperation; so he keeps going, licking fervently, overstimulating you, making you whimper and writhe. you think you can take it, but when he sucks harshly on your throbbing clit, making you cum again, you end up needing to grab him by his hair and rip his face away from your twitching cunt. he whines in protest, looking up at you like he's devastated; mouth agape, breathing heavily, face covered in wetness, spit and cum, teary eyes confused and pleading. needy boy just wants to keep eating. so goddamn precious.

delicatelymorbid

need a sub top getting really eager really quick so i have no choice but to calm them down. somewhere in the midst of them fucking me, a sense of control always gets lost. they get distracted and start to chase that high, causing nothing but my nails roughly digging down their back at an effort to snap their attention back to me. my control, not that pathetic desperation that leaves us both over worn and underfed.

"baby, you're trying too hard. i thought you wanted to make me feel good? isn't that what matters? focus on being good for me, not wanting to cum, wanting to go harder, or faster. just listen to me."

dragging that hand up their spine and to the nape of their neck, pulling at their hair to keep their eyes on mine. my other hand going around their throat, applying the smallest amount of pressure in an effort to keep them grounded with me. nodding at them with that condescending pout as i watch them try to cling onto my instructions, mumbling "i know, baby. it's so hard to listen, isn't it? poor thing, you can't even do the one thing you're meant for, huh?"

eventually pulling them down into my neck, letting those tired pants blur into needy bites and kisses while i coo in their ear. those familiar, gentle encouragements laced with a condescending tone that they know and love.

"oh, take it easy, sweetheart. you can make me feel good, can't you? i thought you wanted me to use you? if you won't let me, then i should use someone else, right? no? you don't think anyone else could be pathetic enough for me? no one can do it like you? then say it. say you're mine. that's right, baby. i know. you're so good. relax, just like that, you got it. so fucking good, that's it."

delicatelymorbid

i want someone to go down on me for hours, letting them get their fix and being so sweet to them as they do. brushing my fingers through their hair, grinding against their face to get off, and cumming in their mouth as many times as i can before we both eventually tap. and i know myself. i'd want to get them off too, trying to kiss down their body to where i want. but they'd stop me, promise that making me feel good was enough, and convince me that we should just sleep. i'd be hesitant, but also worn from the time they spent on me, so i wouldn't put up a fight. i'd kiss them and slowly relax next to them, calm and content with the remnants of their mouth across my skin as i instantly fall asleep.

but i don't want that to be it. i want to wake up from a dull pain of their teeth digging into my shoulder, muffled moans and whimpers as they try their best to stay quiet. their voice waking up my mind as i barely pick up their whiny apologies. im sorry, i couldn't help it, please don't make me stop, imsorrybabyicant, i need it. the dull pain in my shoulder suddenly shifting to between my legs as they thrust all the way in. eyes rolling back, mouth opening with sharp gasps as i try to adjust. and maybe they'd expect me to be too tired, to just lie there and let them take what they need. but we both know their voice, that whiny and raspy pitch that rolls effortlessly off my back is anything but motivation to lie there and take it. they'd be stupid to hope for it.

i'd reach behind to grab their hair, roughly pulling their head up and asking simple questions with my other hand finding its way around their throat. i thought i asked if you wanted help, puppy? you can't just use me like this baby, that's nasty. i thought you were supposed to be good for me, what is this? this isn't my sweet baby, is it?

i want to physically feel their last thread of composure snap with their hips roughly thrusting into me while they let everything out. all that pent up need, that craving to just fuck something all while being talked to like a dumb toy who can't think straight.

lemmeshethemtiddies

being a power bottom is so fun bc you can do subby-looking things but you’re doing it in a dominant way!!

like tie me up and play with me, but only touch me when i give you permission. otherwise you have to look at me with doe eyes wishing you could make me feel good.

or breed me and put me in a mating press, but it’s me overstimulating YOU. i won’t let a single drop of your cum seep out from my hole—even if it means you’re crying into and biting my shoulder.

pick me up, throw me over your shoulder, fuck me on the counter just because i told you to. you’re my pet to play with, and i am yours as well.

laceration-d0ll

why is cumming too fast even viewed as a problem. like wow, you sure were eager :) now do that again. and again. and again. and again.

callmemisskari

Why be hard on yourself when you can be hard for me instead?

lesbianmarrow

free use is kind of a funny kink bc it relies on the idea that everybody wants to touch you and have sex with you but what if they don't. what if you tell everybody at the party you're free use but they all ignore you and mind their own business

This may be the worst use of LLMs anyone has attempted, ever. Up there with recognizing mushrooms.

ashenmind

cpericardium

hey everyone "I" have something to show "you"

cpericardium

puppygirllaika

trying to buy a bookshelf/room divider feels so fucking pointless. it's a quest in futility. there's nothing worth getting, not at any price, and you know why? it's because 60-some odd years ago, god damned George Nakashima made this thing:

Look at this fucking infohazard of a piece of furniture.

Look at how fucking perfectly proportioned each and every void space is to create a subtle sense of motion and elevation, almost a landscape with just a few careful lines.

Look at how the reduction in the support pillars from left to right mirrors that ascension and proportion. How the different woods highlight each other and the near-seamless points at which they meet. How the shadowed interior boards bring out the bright highlights in the grain of the shelves and top piece.

Look at how it fits into a room, how it casts a shadow, and most importantly, how it perfectly frames and hilights every single thing placed on it.

Like. It's not some wild statement to claim that the man who defined an entire genre of woodworking and furniture making, crystalized in his book "the soul of a tree", is like. A human god of the art form. I get that i'm saying nothing revolutionary here. But this thing just. breaks me. nothing compares. i've spent years trying to find a bookshelf that can even hold the faintest candle to it. I've spent long nights up in cad modeling out my own versions based on his design, desperately wanting to take them down to the woodshop and try my hand, but like. one real, good look at this, and it's so clearly the result of decades of craftsmanship. a lifetime of the art. i love it. it ruined this type of furniture for me, and i love it so, so much.

I'll just have to stick to desks, the one thing I know Mr. Nakashima will never ruin for m-