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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Stranger Things
almost home
KIROKAZE
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AnasAbdin
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Claire Keane
we're not kids anymore.
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Mike Driver
Keni
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@sams-a-ratman
I am once again begging people to realize that AI checker doesn’t work. it’s never worked. it’s notoriously known to have flagged human-made works as AI and AI-generated works as human-made. and by feeding it people’s works, you are feeding more works to AI, because apparently the machine itself is AI.
the only thing AI checker does is harm genuine artists and people in general too.
shy boys are so fuckin cute. boys who don't know where to put their hands when we're making out, boys who get embarrassed cus they're letting out dirty noises. boys who cover their face when you're fuckin them and squeal when you pin their hands down so you can see all the cute expressions they make. boys who try to stay silent when they cum, but can't help whining when i don't stop pounding him
y'know what might fix me? someone taking whatever the fuck they wanted from my body until i forget how to fucking think, hand tight around my neck as they fill me with yet another load only to fold me in half and fuck their cum in deeper
I mean It might not fix me.....but we can try!
"it's too big!!" oh please, look at you, dripping all over me and i haven't even put it in halfway. it won't fit? well that's not what this cunt is tellin me, so shut the fuck up and take it. you wanna be a good boy for me, right?
good god the way i need to grab them by the thighs n pull them to the edge of the bed before throwing their legs over my shoulders n sucking their cock till they pass out
being soooo mean to my top, teasing him nd touching him but never giving him what he wants, until something flips in his heads nd he remembers how much bigger he is than me, how easily he can overpower me nd soon enough he has me bent in a mating press, filling up my boycunt so good i can't even fight back ♡
I don’t masturbate much, but this guy I’m seeing does every day, usually more than once. He tells me it’s a cis guy thing, about how a hard-on is way harder to ignore than “just getting wet”, which—well, that’s not why. I’m the first trans man he’s slept with so I can understand why he might be wrong, but I’ve known enough truly perverted tboys to know it’s not an anatomical thing. I just don’t need it as much as he does.
Anyway—No Nut November rolls around, and while we’re not quite at the stage where I’d be able to control his orgasms when we’re not together, I make a joke in passing that NNN for me would be having to masturbate every single day. That sense of frustration and obligation, of having to spend time I wanted to use differently doing something that’s just not what I want—I’m just making an observation, watching my cigarette smoke waft off into the night air—but when I turn to look at him, his pupils have swallowed his irises and he’s pitched toward me, eyes trained on my throat.
“What if we traded?” he rasps. I snort and pass him the cig. “I’m busier than you, boy. I don’t have time to sit around with my dick in my hand.”
He tries again. “I mean—if you, uh—if I told you when I wanted to get off. And I didn’t, but you did.”
That’s more interesting. I consider him lengthwise. “It’s like, three times a day, right? I have a job.”
He shakes his head. “Well, yeah, but—if we’re just talking about need? Once in the morning, maybe again to fall asleep. I think—I think you could do it.”
“Oh, I could,” I sigh. “And I won’t lie, I’m tempted. Would you show me?”
“What do you mean?”
I snag the cigarette back from him. “When you need it. Would you send me a picture of your cock?”
His throat works as he swallows. “Uh, I mean, yeah?”
I picture it for a moment. This boy, this young man I’m just starting to know, spending a month doing nothing with his boners but sending pictures of them to me. I normally would not at all appreciate being forced to cum on a daily basis, but the idea of him—lying back in the early morning, dick pink and weeping onto his stomach, hands twitching with the urge to touch while he imagines my fingers tucked inside my cunt—has a real ring to it.
“Alright.” I shrug. “Let’s try it.”
fucking someone who isn’t super experienced with sex>> like, they’re experienced, but they’ve never been taken care of the right way. spending time making sure they’re comfortable, settling between their legs during a make out session. hands start roaming and they’re clearly getting needy, its obvious in the way their hips roll up against you. you can practically feel how desperate they are, even through a few layers of clothes.
eventually you’re grinding into each other, gasping into eachother’s mouths between heated kisses. and god, they’re just so beautiful— and you need them. so you can’t help but whisper between love-bites on their neck, begging them to let you taste them. because you need it so bad, you’re trembling at the thought.
obviously, this is where they’re a bit iffy. not because they don’t want to. but because nobody’s ever made them feel good before. their last experiences were spent with people who didn’t know what they were doing. but you? you’ve been waiting for this— waiting for them. so when you start kissing your way down their body, they get nervous, their hands flying to your hair as a way to ground themselves.
and suddenly, you’re taking care of them the way they deserve, the way everyone else before you didn’t. it’s like some sick form of corruption— because from that night on, all they’ll be able to think about when it gets late is the way your mouth felt on them. the way you made them come. something no one has done for them before. and all you can think about is the way they fucked your face, the obscene sounds when they were grinding against your tongue for relief.
"Come on, on your knees boy. Suck my dick."
I say as I practically force you down. You reach to unbutton my jeans, but I don't let you.
"Who gave you permission to do that, huh? You touch, when I say you touch. Got it?"
I love watching your expression when you're denied, I adore it. I unbutton and unzip them myself, agonizingly slow, of course. I watch your hunger grow as I slide them down just enough to give you access. I don't remove my boxers yet though.
"Show me how much you need it. Fuck- Attaboy. There you go." I coo as you lap at me through the thin cloth.
Once I've had enough of that, I finally side my boxers down too, inch by inch, revealing a trail of dark hair and eventually my throbbing tdick. I grip your hair real tight and force you to bury your face in my cunt and suck. If you make me cum good enough, maybe I'll let you fuck me.
idk what's going on
our sweet boy lovess to be bitten and it's so adorable. He always shyly asks us to bite him and he covers his mouth beforehand cause he knows he whines really loud when we bite him. he gets all whimpery and whiney and sounds so fucking pathetic but still asks us to bite him again and again cause he loves it so much. and god he's so pretty all marked up from it too.
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thinking abt the way their stomach flexes when they cum, how their breathing gets harsh n ragged as their hips lift into the hand rubbing their cock. jesusss christ, fuuuck the most gorgeous cock n its all for me.
need to get my mouth on their cock, feel the way they throb through it n overstim them till they're limp n just making the prettiest sounds
t4t mlm post
I love the idea of somno so much. My partner trusts me so much they just.. leave the door unlocked. I can just walk in while they sleep, caressing their body slowly and gently with my rough hands.
I’m tired from work, so I deserve this. I had told them on my way home I wanted some stress relief but instead of being a good pup and staying up, they fell right on asleep. But I’m awake. Gently pulling the blanket aside to play with their little pup parts, to rub myself to their peaceful face while I get out all my pent up frustration.
If they stay asleep I can mount up on them, careful not to put all my weight down as I slowly grind my hips against theirs. They could wake up now, I don’t care, I’m already on top, and they are already moaning and whining in their sleep. They wouldn’t moan if they didn’t like it.
still thinking about when i got really high and my partner sat on my lap and groped me and said “that feels good, right puppy?” and then grabbed my face and made me nod….. i couldn’t help but stupidly smile in a blissed out fuzz….
I’m literally very adorable and should have nasty things done to me.
fucking a pretty boy in front of a mirror. roughly pounding into him while i keep a tight grip on his hair— a silent demand for him to watch himself as i ruin him. whispering against the shell of his ear about how much of a dirty slut he is for getting off to such degrading words.
sighing dreamily…
i love sensitive boys who get so worked up over the simplest of touches.
like aw… you look so fucking cute sitting there trying to hold back little whimpers as my fingernails dig into your hips. haven’t even touched you properly yet, and you’re getting yourself all worked up? it’s actually kind of pathetic, but in the best way.
Thinking about getting a guy so fucked out his brain turns off. No more thoughts, just a big dumb smile and puppy eyes.
