pls

pls call me handsome

[pr3ttypunisherrr]

"already?" so fond. fingers not slowing down at all. feeling you twitch, still sensitive, still chasing it even while you're whimpering about how much it is.

you'd been doing so well. holding off, trying to be patient, hips barely moving even as i worked you slow. and then it happened fast, faster than either of us expected, a surprised broken sound slipping out of you before you could stop it.

"hey." tilting your chin up. making you look at me. "don't hide. that was perfect."

you try anyway, face turning into the pillow.

pressing back in. feeling you jolt immediately. still sensitive. still so responsive. "see? your body's still asking for more."

a whimper. hips shifting away slightly. then back. confused about what you actually want right now.

"i know." curling my fingers slow. feeling you gasp. "i know it's a lot. you're sensitive and everything feels bigger than it should right now."

working you slow again. building you back up. watching the way your breathing changes, the way your hands fist in the sheets, the way you try so hard to hold off this time.

getting you right to the edge.

stopping.

a broken sound. hips chasing nothing. "please—"

"i know." rubbing slow circles on your hip. not giving you anything yet. "you're doing so well. just a little longer."

"i can't—" voice cracking. "please i need—"

"you can." so certain. so warm. "you've been so patient already. i just want a little more time with you like this."

starting again. slower this time. deliberate. learning exactly how much you can take before you tip over, finding that threshold and staying right beneath it.

you're shaking by the third time. tears starting to gather, not from anything bad, just from how much it all is.

"i know baby." wiping one away with my thumb without stopping. "i know it's so much right now. you're doing so well."

"please—" barely a word anymore. "please mommy please i can't take it anymore please—"

"okay." finally. so soft. "okay. you've earned it. go ahead. i've got you."

letting you fall apart completely this time. not pulling back. working you through every moment.

waiting until your body has relaxed. pulling you close to me.

"so good." pressing a kiss to your hair. "you did so well. so so well.”

keeping you in my arms. rubbing your back slow.

"i've got you."

[pr3ttypunisherrr]

possessive butch who can't stop marking me. mouth at my neck, my collarbone, leaving deep purple bites everywhere he can reach, biting harder when i make a sound like the noise itself is encouragement.

"mine." muttered against my skin. another bite. "all mine."

him on top of me, full weight pressing me into the mattress, hips already grinding slowly against mine. the friction making both of us groan.

"only me." he pulls back just enough to look at me, eyes dark, jaw tight. "you understand that? only i get to touch you like this."

"yes—" breathless. hips rolling up to meet his.

"say it." another bite, lower this time, right at my collarbone. "say it properly."

"only you." gripping his shoulders. "nobody else makes me feel like this."

that seems to satisfy something in him because he groans low and grinds harder, the movement getting more desperate, more needy despite him being the one in control.

he's possessive but he's also so soft underneath it, whining quietly against my ear every time i tug at his hair, every time i tell him how good he feels.

"need you so bad." he admits, voice cracking slightly. embarrassed by his own desperation but unable to stop. "i’ve been thinking about this all day."

"yeah?" stroking his back, feeling him shiver. "show me."

he does. grinding faster, biting another mark into my shoulder, hands gripping my hips so tight i know i'll be feeling it tomorrow. he likes that. likes knowing he'll leave proof everywhere.

"everyone's gonna see these." breathing hard against my neck. "gonna know exactly who you belong to."

"only you'd think of that."

"because it's true." another bite. softer this time, almost reverent. "you're mine. all mine. nobody else gets this. nobody else gets to make you feel good like i do."

he grinds down hard one more time, burying his face in my neck, completely undone by his own possessiveness, by how much he needs me, by how good it feels to finally let it show.

"all mine," he whispers again, like he needs to keep saying it to believe it.

his hand slides between us, fingers slipping into my pants without hesitation, like he's been thinking about doing this since the second he pinned me down.

"fuck—" he groans the moment he touches me, feeling how wet i already am. "already so wet for me."

two fingers pressing inside slowly, watching my face the whole time. the way i take them so easily has him groaning again, forehead dropping to my shoulder.

"you always take it so good." voice rough. "every single time."

he starts moving them slow, curling them just right, learning exactly what makes me gasp. another bite lands on my neck, distracted, like he can't help marking me while his fingers work inside me.

"can't get enough of you." he admits, breathless. "the way you feel. fuck."

his thumb finds my clit, rubbing slow circles while his fingers keep moving, the combination making my hips buck up against his hand.

"there you go." watching me fall apart under him. "that's it."

he speeds up, fingers curling deeper, thumb moving faster, completely focused on me now, like making me cum is the only thing that matters in the world.

"need to feel you cum on my fingers." he says it like a confession, like he's embarrassed by how badly he wants it but can't stop himself from saying it anyway. "need it so bad."

i grip his shoulders, hips moving to meet his hand, getting close fast from how worked up i already was.

"that's it, just like that—" he encourages, voice low and desperate. "you’re being such a good girl for me."

the praise tips me over and i come apart around his fingers, gripping him tight, gasping his name.

he doesn't stop until i'm done, working me through every moment of it, watching my face the whole time like he's memorizing it.

when i finally still, he pulls his fingers out slow, bringing them straight to his mouth, sucking them clean without breaking eye contact.

"fuck," he groans around his own fingers, eyes practically rolling back. "you taste so good."

he kisses me right after, deep and hungry, like he needs me to taste it too.

"mine," he murmurs again against my lips. "all mine."

[dykedysphemism]

breeding kink because imagine putting her into a mating press, pushing her legs next to her head, my strap ramming her pretty hole till she’s a blabbering mess, eyes rolling back and drooling, dumbed out from her previous orgasms, pretty pussy leaking while i keep squeezing her face and telling her how pretty she would look all knocked up for me.

[pr3ttypunisherr]

if you think my fingers are so attractive, why don’t you spread your legs and let me curl them inside you until you cry, then you can suck them clean and thank me properly.

[softsapphiclove]

I want you. I want to feel you. I want your fingers on my throat, gently caressing across the front before wrapping them around it. Squeezing, pressing in with your thumb and forefinger, enough so I can feel you there, holding me.

[bunniculaxo-deactivated20260714]

Butch bicep. Butch back. Butch thighs. Butch anything and I'm drooling.

[pr3ttypunisherr]

getting you right to the edge for the fourth time while you're sobbing and grabbing at me and telling me you've been so good and you deserve it. stroking your hair back from your face so gently. pressing a kiss to your temple. your wet cheek.

"you have been so good." meaning every single word of it. "do you know that? so so good tor me tonight."

feeling you get close again. feeling you start to shake. your hands gripping my arm.

"i know sweetheart." cooed at you. "i know you have. you've been so patient... so beautiful... i see how hard you're trying to be patient." getting you right back there. feeling you chase it. "i know it's a lot. i know baby."

pulling back just before you get there.

the sound you make against my neck.

"shh." stroking your hair. pressing a kiss to your hair. your temple. holding you close. "i know. i know sweetheart. you're doing so perfectly. so perfectly." wiping your tear so carefully with my thumb. "i just need a little more from you. can you do that for me? just a little more."

you nodding against my neck. barely.

"good girl." pressing my lips to your hair. "that's my good girl. so proud of you. so so proud." getting you right back there again. feeling you tremble. "just a little longer baby. just a little longer and then i'll give you everything. i promise. just stay here with me."

[delicatelymorbid]

wanna be leaning on someone's shoulder while carrying a mindless conversation and for every few minutes, leaving gentle kisses against their neck. ignoring the slight shifts to their posture and breathing before i bring a hand over their shorts, ghosting my nails over what i want. paying no mind to their soft protests and hesitant hands as they try to stop me.

i'd keep my movements gentle and slow, lips trailing up their neck with my tongue in its wake. nothing too eager or persistent so those small protests eventually die out as they're coaxed over. my mouth reaching just below their ear and softly insisting with a whisper of "just let me" against them. then a low "please?" against their jaw, kissing across the tensed muscle until i lazily reach their mouth. giving slow, chaste pecks at first. my hand against them getting firmer, making their mouth fall open just for my tongue to finally slip in where i want. swallowing any whimper or whine in response and shifting onto them so i'm straddling their lap. my free hand snaking to the nape of their neck and pulling at their roots. their neck strained, brows furrowed with that desperate and nearly afflicted look that brings nothing less of a starved grin to my face.

leaving a trail of kisses from their mouth down to their chin, throat, chest, and eventually to the hem of their boxers. i'd lick across the seam, my spit glistening against their stomach while hooking my fingers into their waistband. barely pulling down before bringing my gaze to theirs, waiting for that signal, that gentle nod of assurance to make sure they're okay with this. the second i see it, though, i'd waste no time taking what i want.

instantly kissing from the base up to their tip, keeping my eyes on theirs as i stop with a slow swipe of my tongue around them. then, a soft kiss, a soft "please", all with a soft, knowing grin. doing it again, and again, until my teasing is met with the smallest thrust of their hips up into my mouth.

[yourneighborhoodloverboy]

the thing is, i see people talk about rough, mean, degrading sex as a punishment. something you pull out when they've misbehaved. and sure, that’s hot in theory, but it doesn’t fit her. not exactly.

because she lights up when my hand closes around her throat. she breathes out a sigh of relief when my teeth finally break her skin. she melts when the flat of my hand meets her ass. she damn near thanks me when i press her face into the mattress so hard she can barely breathe, when my voice goes low and mean, when i tell her how much of a slut she is for getting off on this.

sex like that isn't a punishment, a consequence, a threat. it's a reward. it's a thank you. it's an i'm proud of you. it's an i love you. she earns the bruises. she earns the marks, the tears, the pain. she earns the way i hold her head down, pressing harder when she gags. she earns the moment my restraint snaps in half and i finally let go of the fear of hurting her. she deserves to feel the intoxicating blend of fear and trust, of pain and pleasure. to have the thoughts forced out of her head. to be broken by the person she knows will put her back together.

i don’t fuck her like that because i’m angry with her. i fuck her like that because she’s my favorite thing in the world and she deserves it. i fuck her like that because she's good.

[delicatelymorbid]

riding someone after making them cum more times than i can count, my grip around their wrists undoubtedly leaving an outline of my fingers. ignoring how they writhe beneath me, nearly crying about how they can't handle it while i take what i want. closing my eyes and focusing, trying to find a perfect rhythm so i can cum again. i'd tell them to shut up, grinding my hips against them and throwing my head back in attempt to block out their pathetic noises. but it wouldn't work. i'd get so close, right on the edge of bliss, but their whines ringing in my ears would make my eyes roll. i'd repeat myself, this time my voice more raspy and on the verge of giving out. i'd relieve one of their wrists and use that hand to cover their mouth, muffling their cries. what i need threatening to wash over the second i hear them struggle, shamelessly dragging a sadistic laugh out of me. taking it further and telling them to let me use them, instantly feeling that tension break as i cum around them. riding it out with my hand pressed to their face, completely ignoring them and letting myself feel good.

[pr3ttypunisherr]

butch who wants to be a good boy for me :(( wants to be so so good for me :((

[pr3ttypunisherr]

okay…but i’d look so much prettier with a mouthful of you. my tongue would know exactly how to tease. how to take my time with you. how to find every spot that makes you twitch and stay right there. sucking slow and then slower. working you up and then pulling back just enough to hear the sound you make. looking up at you the whole time. watching your face. learning what you like without you having to say a word. i’d be so good for you. so patient. so thorough. you wouldn’t want me to stop and i wouldn’t want to either.

[pr3ttypunisherr]

aww. look at the mess you made. and you’re not even embarrassed about it, are you? too far gone to care. too focused on how good it feels to notice how desperate you look right now.

that’s what i like about you when you get like this. no walls. no composure. just you.. completely open and needy and so easy to read. i know exactly what you want. i know exactly what you need. and i’m going to make you ask for it properly before you get any of it.

watching you try to hold yourself together. the way you keep shifting. keep pressing your thighs together. looking for friction that isn’t coming. looking at me like i’m supposed to just give it to you. like that’s how this works.

“please.” barely coherent already. hips shifting. hands reaching for me.

moving them back. placing them at your sides. “no. stay.”

you whimpering. too far gone for embarrassment.

“look at you.” so soft. so warm. cupping your face with both hands. tilting it up. making you look at me properly. “so gone already. so sweet like this.” thumbs stroking your cheeks slow. watching your eyes flutter. “you have no idea how you pathetic and needy you look right now, do you?”

shaking your head. not really processing words anymore.

“that’s what i thought.” pressing a kiss to your forehead. gentle. tender. the kind of tenderness that has something underneath it. “my poor baby.” pulling back. looking at you with a specific look. the one that’s warm and patient and watching everything. “you’re so deep in it and we’ve barely even started.”

watching your breath catch at that.

“please.” again. smaller this time. more broken.

“i heard you the first time.” not moving. just watching. “the answer is the same. use your words. tell me exactly what you need.”

you trying. mouth opening. closing. opening again. “i need— i want— please i just need you to—”

“to what.” so patient. so calm.

“please touch me. please i need— please mommy please i’m so—”

“so what?” leaning in slightly. like i’m genuinely curious. like i want to hear you say it.

“so wet.” barely audible. “please i’m so wet and i need— please mommy please i can’t—”

“can’t what?” tilting my head. eyes on your face. not letting you off the hook.

“i can’t take it anymore. please. please i need you to touch me please mommy please—”

“aww.” so soft. so cooing. pressing a kiss to your forehead. your cheek. the tip of your nose. every kiss so gentle. so sweet. hands still cupping your face. “there you go. look at that. you had the words the whole time.”

you whimpering at my words.

“such a good girl.” thumbs stroking your cheeks. “asking so nicely. being so good for me.” watching something in your expression go even softer at the praise. “see? that’s all you had to do.”

finally moving. one hand sliding down slowly. finding you.

pausing.

“oh.” so quiet. so measured. fingers pressing just slightly. feeling exactly how wet you are. the warmth of it. “look at that.” looking up at you. “you really weren’t exaggerating were you.”

you whining slightly. hips pressing toward my hand desperately. trying to get more pressure. trying to get anything.

not giving it yet.

“i know.” so gentle. hand still. fingers barely moving. “i know baby. i feel it.” pressing a kiss to your jaw. your cheek. “you’ve been so patient haven’t you…? sitting here being so good and getting so worked up and not saying anything.”

nodding frantically.

“poor thing.” said so sweetly. so tenderly. “so desperate and trying so hard to be good about it.”

starting to move. barely. just enough to feel. watching your whole body respond immediately.

“there you go.” so warm. so encouraging. “just feel good. you’re doing so well.”

working you slow. taking my time. learning exactly what makes your hips jerk. what makes your breath catch. finding all of it deliberately. memorizing it. using it.

getting you right to the edge.

stopping.

the sound you make.

“shhh.” pressing a kiss to your temple. rubbing your back. soothing. caring. “i know. i know it’s a lot.”

“please—” grabbing at me. “please i was so close please don’t stop please mommy—”

“i know you were.” hand rubbing slow circles on your hip now. no longer where you need it. “you were doing so well too.”

“please.” tears running down your cheeks. “please i’ll be so good please i just need—”

“you are being good.” pressing a kiss to your cheek. catching a tear with my thumb. examining it almost. then looking back at you. “that’s not why i stopped.”

watching your face try to process that.

“i stopped because i wanted to.” so simple. so matter of fact. “because i like watching you like this. because you look so beautiful when you’re desperate.” cupping your face again. looking at you properly. “and because i can.”

you staring at me. completely at my mercy. aware of it now in a way you weren’t before.

“still with me?” so soft. so gentle.

nodding. barely.

“good girl.” pressing a kiss to your mouth. slow and warm. “good. because i’m going to take such good care of you.” pulling back just enough to look at you. that look again. warm and patient and watching everything. “in exactly the way i want to.”

[softdomsworld]

I love scent freaks. steal my used shirt, bury your face in the crook of my neck and breathe deeply when you hug me, wear my clothes when you get off because it feels much better with my scent all over you.

[delicatelymorbid]

strap sucking yet not letting the switch flip between us and staying in control. if they moan, whine, or mumble about how good it feels, i'd only respond with disappointed shushes. telling them that they have to ask before speaking, that they have to be good and earn that privilege.

their hands inevitably trying to snake through my hair would be pinned down beside their thighs. my nails digging deep into their wrist as i slowly let up with a string of spit connecting us. shaking my head at them, tsking my teeth, and feigning disappointment with brows that are devastatingly furrowed. soon, asking questions to purposefully pull at that weak thread of composure.

"you didn't have permission, baby. can't you understand simple instructions? you know you have to ask, don't play dumb. what happened to my smart baby?"

in between words i'd gently stick my tongue out, barely licking their tip and placing chaste kisses down to the base as i mumble against them.

"it's not that hard, honey. use that pretty brain, yeah? don't be dumb. you know if you act dumb you won't get your treat, and don't you need it, sweetheart?"

[delicatelymorbid]

was taking off my bra and thought about forcing a needy subtop to fuck my boobs while they beg to be inside me

[hellomyfuturelovers]

you look so good under me, gripping my hips while I slowly fuck myself on you. I wish you could see your face, baby. you just needed to be inside me so badly, hm? that’s it, tell me how much you love it. tell me how much you want me. how about if I go a little faster, does that feel good, love?