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fun fact: the best way to get a top to completely fucking obliterate you is by clearly expressing what you want and what your boundaries are. get your back blown out with this one weird trick
70% of the socially acceptible hornyposting on this website is bottomposting. let's normalize posting about like. glazing a bunnyboy like a cake. filling him like a doughnut. i don't know why those are both food euphemisms but you get the idea. cum in his pussy tuesday or whatever
dom boyfriend who wears a thick collar and leash that is held by a polite-looking sub boyfriend who gets bent over and fucked mercilessly when they're alone
submissive boyfriend holding onto dom's collar and leash when dom is absolutely plowing into sub. sub crying and holding him by the collar, closer and closer and closer. jingle jingle jangle with each pounding of their bodies together. dom wriggling their hands and arms completely under their sub boy's body to hold like a warm fuck toy. hunched over. feverish.
Imagine having a Minotaur boyfriend who looks scary and imposing with his towering frame and fierce horns, but when he’s with you, he’s a total cinnamon roll.
✨ He might be a fierce beast with a fearsome reputations but you’re the only one who can make his eyes light up and melt his tough exterior.
✨ His deep, rumbling voice softens ONLY when he speaks to you.
✨ He loves to cuddle, wrapping you in his strong arms (and ideally with his cock deep inside you).
✨ He’s always gentle, asking about your well-being and doing everything to make sure you’re comfortable and happy. You’re his precious human.
✨ whenever you get out of your maze home, he gathers flowers he finds in the meadow and gives them to you, just to make you smile.
stop fucking reblogging posts about giving dommes aftercare if you don't actually do it. and I know a LOT of y'all don't actually do it. because I've played with a lot of y'all, and I provided 100% of the aftercare in every instance. I get that you want to convince your followers you don't see dommes as fucking pleasure dispensers. you probably even want to convince yourself of that. but at the end of the day, you don't treat me like an equal fucking participant. I'm just a dominant tranny to be used for pleasure, then used for your own aftercare, then discarded.
also, take a moment to reflect on how sad it is that I've given up on asking for aftercare and am now just begging that y'all stop lying about giving it. the bar is in hell.
this shit is untenable and y'all are driving off dom/mes. I won't pretend i haven't thought abt giving it up. and some people are saying things along the lines of "but how do I give aftercare to a dom/me?" and i could give them the complicated answer of "aftercare needs differ from partner to partner and scene to scene" but like. also. have you ever considered asking your dom/me that? because I'll give you a hint, the correct answer isn't "lay there and do nothing" and i think y'all are grown up enough to understand that intuitively. maybe next time you're basking in your post-orgasmic glow, spare a thought for the person who just made you cum. ask them what they need from you instead of a stranger on the internet.
bringing this to my sideblog bc it's especially important in hard kink spaces. so, subs reading this: have you ever threatened to rape somebody? have you ever gone in-depth in describing how you would abuse somebody, mentally and physically? have you ever manipulated them, misgendered them? do you have any idea how that feels?
I described domming hard kink to some partners as feeling like I'm dangling off a cliff. is there an adrenaline rush? absolutely. do I love it? yes. but I need your help to fucking pull me back up over that ledge. it's exhausting to have to do it by myself every single time. and it's beginning to stop being worth it.
Genre: Urban Fantasy, Fluffy Smut, Established Relationship, Breeding Kink
Warnings: AFAB terms used to describe anatomy.
Word Count: 1646 words
Summary: After many nights of diligent practice, you saddle up and take your boyfriend all the way.
FiRequest: could i possibly request male centaur x trans male reader?? they’ve been dating for a while and working up to it but it’s the first time reader has managed to take his boyfriends full cock 🫢 afab terms for anatomy are fine and maybe a little breeding kink thrown in if you’re comfy with it!!
A/N: Y’all know I had to give it this title
You think tonight is going to be the night.
There’s an energy in the air as you watch Samuel cook, perched on your shared couch. He’s always been a handsome centaur; a finely cut jaw with a well-maintained beard, dark caramel eyes set behind long lashes, and silky hair that falls down in luscious curls all the way to his back, but something about tonight had every step he takes stirring something hot in your gut. The way his back stretches out his t-shirt, the way you can see the muscles of his shoulders move as he dices his onions, the way the more human torso arches and his front legs bend as he takes a mini stretch.
Your engine is revved by the time dinner is served, and you know tonight will be the night.
The two of you are locked in a sloppy makeout, dirty dishes still in the sink as you sit on the counter, legs wrapped around Samuel’s ribcage. His long piano fingers dance up your sides, playing with your pajama shirt. You grind against his navel, and he chuckles against your lips.
“Someone’s eager.”
“You’re so hot.” You say between messy kisses, feeling up his muscular lower back. “How could I not be?”
Samuel chuckles again, ignoring your whines and pulling away to kiss at your neck. His hands move from your waist to your butt, sliding under to pick you up. Your ankles cross behind him.
“Need you.” You moan, grinding onto hum like a horny teenage. “Need your cock.”
Samuel’s eyes grow dark, licking his lips as he looks you up and down.
“Yeah?”
“Yes.” Your voice keens. “I think-” you suck in a breathe, knowing this a hold claim to make, “-I think I’m ready for all of it”
Samuel’s brows shoot up, taken slightly aback.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I wanna try, atleast.” You pout, fingers carding through his long tresses. “I’ve been practicing so much.”
And you have, both with and without him. You had bought appropriately sized dildo’s to masturabte with, cockwarming during long edging sessions just to make sure. Last time you had been able to take him until 4 inches were left, but you're confident in your practice.
Tonight is the night.
Samuel stares at you for a long time, probably wondering if you’re too crazed on lust to be trusted, but then he smirks.
“Ok, babe. We’ll try.” Samuel hikes you up on his chest, pulling you closer, face-to-face. “Same position as usual?”
You nod, eyes practically full of stars at the thought. Samuel smirks and gives you a peck on the lips, before carrying you to the bedroom.
Samuel is gentle as he sets you down onto the bed, pulling open your bedside drawer to grab the lube and your knee pillow. You stay close by his side, drawing your finders up and down his chest. You bite your lips as you pull up the hem of his shirt, admiring his treasure trail and solid stomach. Samuel shivers when you press a kiss right below his belly button. Your mischievous hand wanders down his lower half and across his front, slipping between his two front legs and petting at his fur. Eyes glance down as well, catching a peak of his cock coming out of its sheath. You wolf-whistle, sliding off the bed and shimmying off your shorts in one motion.
“You’re insatiable, babe. I haven’t even touched you yet.” Samuel says, voice low as his hand brushes between your thighs, just missing your aching hole. You whine, throwing back your ass and laying your torso onto the bed.
“I told you.” Your voice is salacious, lower lip bitten between your teeth, “I need your cock, badly.”
Stars shoot behind your eyelids as Samuel rubs two lubed-up fingers between your lips, middle finger circling your clit. He simpers.
“Yeah, you were made for this dick, huh?” Two fingers slide in easily, scissoring outward to stretch your walls. You just nod, knees digging into their pillow as you sink into the feeling. “Didn’t know my boyfriend was such a cock-tease.”
Samuel climbs up the bed, his two front knees resting beside your shoulders as he aims his cock up with your entrance. He leans forward to grab the bar you two installed just for this position, something to grab on to as he humps. Samuel’s hot head presses against your hole, as girthy as ever.
“Ready?” Samuel whispers from above, neck craned to look down between his legs, always double checking to make sure you're not crushed under his weight. You nod and give a singular pat to his fetlock, your signal to go ahead.
There’s always a slight burn when Samuel enters you, having a nearly 10 inch dick will always do that. But your body falls into position easily, your muscles relaxing to allow for easier entry, no pain causing you to clench up.
“F-uck.” Samuel’s voice drawls as the first inch, then the second, then fourth, then sixth feel your walls clench around him. You bite down on the blanket below you, toes curling into the floor. But you can do it, you can.
He hesitates a bit at the 7th inch, knowing that's usually your limit. But you give him another single pat to the leg, and he keeps going, extra slow.
It takes a tortuous amount if time for both of you, legs shaking from the tension and palpable desire, but then-
“Holy shit.” Samuel says, half amazed and half relieved. You wiggle your hips, and feel Samuel’s balls snug against you.
You’ve fit him to the hilt.
“Well?” You laugh, trying to act as if you're not on the edge just like he is. “What are you waiting for?”
You thrust your hips back, eyes rolling back as Samuel’s dick presses against the deepest part inside you. His breath hitches, stomach trembling above you.
“Oh, you asked for it.” Samuel growls, steadying his hooves.
Despite the sassy tone, Samuel’s first thrusts are tentative. He only pulls out an inch or too, moving at a glacial pace. It’s good for getting you accustomed, but you quickly yourself wanting more. You throw your hips back again, wining like an animal in heat.
“So desperate.” Samuel pants.
“Please, Sammy.” You give him your best puppy eyes from below. “Fuck me.”
That's the straw that breaks the centaurs back, Sam pulling out halfway and slamming into you with enough force to send you a couple inches across the bed. A dumb smile spreads across your face.
It’s no more Mr. Nice Guy as Samuel starts fucking you for real, heavy balls slapping against you with each hump. Your vision goes spotty every time he hits your g-spot, mouth wide open and tongue lolled out in a pant.
“Oh my g-od.” Your voice trembles as your fucked harder than you’ve ever been fucked before, feeling not unlike a fleshlight, yanked down again and again in your boyfriends massive cock. The bed shakes under your weight.
“Take it, take it.” Samuel grunts, his knuckles turning white as they grip on the bar. “Such a good boy, taking my cock all the way to-” a thrust, “-the” and another “-hilt.” and another. Your stomach presses into the eye of the bed, mind slowly losing cohesive thought. His weeping head hits your sensitive spot at the perfect angle every damn time, and you feel jolts of electricity shoot across your nerves with every hump.
Time seems to lose all meaning, words melting into grunts and whines, breathy voices blending together with heavy balls slapping against your thighs. You think you’ve forgotten where Samuel ends and you begin, forgot what it feels like to be empty of his cock. Drool is pooling in your mouth, threatening to dribble down your jaw in an erotic display of decadence.
“Fuck, I’m close.” Samuel grunts, nails grating against the bar. “Where do you want it?”
“Inside.” A voice that must be yours begs, pleads. You can imagine Sam’s smug, sweaty face already.
“Yeah? Want me to breed you?” You nod into the sheets, a dumb smile coming across your face. “Imma fill you up until you're gushing, baby.” Samuel’s hooves presse against the hardwood as he steadies his back two legs, throwing everything into his thrust. “You’d be so cute, my little house-husband, full of my kids.”
Samuels shudders as your hole clenches around him, his dirty talk only working you closer to the edge.
“Sh-it” Samuel draws out his syllables, balls feeling tight against your ass cheeks as his hips begin to stutter. A drop of sweat falls from his chest, rolling down your arched back as his breathing picks up the pace. “Here it comes, sweetheart. All for you. Fuck!”
Your back arches and toes curl as your orgasm hits, gushing with Sam’s cum as he finishes inside of you. Streams run down in rivulets across your thighs, the squelching of skin as Sam pulls out his softening cock.
You lie limp as Sam slowly hops off the bed, his front legs still trembling. He collapses next to you not soon after, laying his upper torso on the bed as his lower one rests on the cold floor. The fur around his legs and back lay datk and slick with sweat, his face flushed.
A calloused palm brushes the side of your face, dragging you out of dream-land and back to reality.
“You did great, babe.” Sam chuckles. “Think I might grow addicted to being all the way in.”
You throw him a lazy thumbs up.
“Not a problem with me.” Your words slur, lips half-pressed against the damp sheets, no doubt an imprint of your sweaty torso on them.
He leans over and kisses your neck, his hand moving to massage your neck.
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