Nov 8, 2025
hm. something something dad gripping me by the jaw and telling me to fix my fucking attitude or he’ll fix it for me
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hm. something something dad gripping me by the jaw and telling me to fix my fucking attitude or he’ll fix it for me
Listen, I think there’s something incredibly romantic about guiding/teaching someone how to give you head. You know what you like, so why wouldn’t you want your partner to know all the basics of how to please you?
Taking them by the jaw, cooing and praising, correcting and adjusting, gliding your fingers against their scalp as they prefect that movement they’ve been struggling with.
The determination and desire in their eyes as they do what they’re told, the excitement in their breath as you respond so sweetly to their effort.
Next thing you know they start experimenting, adding little quirks that surprise and excite you. They could be just the perfect toy for you, you just have to show them the ropes and they’ll dedicate everything to you.
You gotta be careful with being nice to me.
If you show me kindness, I’ll imprint on you like a stray dog and desperately crave your attention and affection while simultaneously being terrified of that affection being taken away thus distancing myself from you whenever I feel too excited.
Just, in case you wanted to reconsider
would you still like me if I cried when you wrapped your arms around me
What? No I’m not blushing because you patted my shoulder and said in a warm loving tone “good job”- fuck you.
Morning… what? No, if it was a “good morning” I’d be waking up wrapped in someone’s arms while I listen to the low thrum of their heart, breathing in their scent.
Unfortunately, this is not the case
sigh
thinking about him coming up behind me after coming home from work and just burying his face in my neck and squeezing my waist, we can put a stupid show we’ve watched too many times on in the background while he tells me about his day and I run my hands through his hair
Having to tell my friends that everything’s fine the alcohol is just really hitting - meanwhile Dad’s off screen between my legs making me wish I hadn’t snuck into his liquor, but if I mute my mic there’ll be worse hell to pay