#me sub

[delicatelymorbid]

so needy i want someone’s fingers to slide into me while they pant out a “fuck” because of how wet i am

[delicatelymorbid]

sleepy and needy for slow finger fucking while they talk me through it and make fun of me for not speaking but just moaning

[delicatelymorbid]

want my legs tied to my wrists so my pussy is fully exposed, unable to move while they keep a vibrator on my clit and fuck me slowly with one finger. every thought in my head would focused on the feeling of their finger gliding in and out of me, and i’d only be desperate for more. i’d cry and beg to be filled up with either their strap or more fingers, just anything to filled and used like i’m supposed to be

[delicatelymorbid]

need to straddle someone and kiss them soft, slowly pushing my tongue against theirs and letting my moans spill into their mouth. i'd grind against them while dragging my lips across their jaw, placing kisses on their warm skin to sear my touch into them. whining into their ear and nipping at the sensitive skin to make them shiver. dragging my hands down their arms and talking low and gentle, "feel how much i missed you" right into their ear as i pull their hand between my legs

[delicatelymorbid]

want my hair wrapped around someone's fist while they keep me face down into a pillow. need to feel their fingers slowly fucking into me and making sure that for every thrust in, my thoughts go out. praising me, talking down at me, calling me princess, just anything to hear their voice while they make me a mess. i'd go on and on, begging to cum, begging for more, just for them to tsk their teeth and go even slower since my lack of patience is nearly dripping down their wrist. i'd pathetically cry into the pillow, desperately squeeze around them, but it would be done with the biggest, fucked out smile as i let them do whatever they want to me

[delicatelymorbid]

i love strapwarming while watching something together. at first i'm all good, fine even. it's not a second thought to have them inside me, that slight and familiar stretch being the only thing i ever need.

their hands on my skin, voice in my ear with soft praises every now and then to keep me slightly distracted. not enough for me to beg for more, but just enough to keep me on the edge.

but then comes the best part. commercial breaks. 

i'd try to fight it, whining that i don't want them to move because it'll make me needy. they'd tell me to keep talking, to keep listing out reasons why they should listen to me. i'd mumble something in vain, feeling their first and slow pull out that makes my voice trip over itself. they wouldn't let me revel in the feeling for long, though. they'd tell me to keep going and that's when i know the moment i stop, so would they.

we'd keep going like that, each commercial break getting us more and more fervent until i'm whining for every moment the commercials aren't playing. but they wouldn't even let me have that. they'd ask me if i'm paying attention, asking questions about the plot to make sure im doing what im supposed to. but when it's finally over, when the credits finally roll, they'd fuck me for real. seamlessly dragging an orgasm out of me that had been building for an hour, telling me how well i did and how good i am.

[delicatelymorbid]

want possessive sex. not the type where you're trying to put me in my place, but rather the reassuring kind. telling me i'm yours in a sweet tone that blurs to condescending when you see how easily i fall apart from your words. your hand barley putting pressure around my throat while you promise i'm the only one you need. eyes rolling back while i squeeze around you and pant out desperate begs against your mouth to never stop, needing you to keep going. digging my nails into your arms, stabilizing myself on my grasp and from the thought of never letting you go. losing all coherence when you start praising me in my ear, moaning how perfect i feel, how pathetic my whines are when you call me yours. and as soon as my begs start spilling for permission to cum, you tell me to say it out loud. to say i'm yours, over and over despite my words blending together with broken moans, raspy whines, and shaky sobs. fucking me as if our lives depended on it and making sure that when i cum, i know im yours. only yours.