#pixelsrambles

[salivapix]

having dysphoria so bad that it’s destroying my life + somehow having a thing for being called mommy/mama and nothing else = ???

[salivapix]

drunkkk and desperate rn 😍 would be such a shame if a pretty girl were to tie my legs apart so i couldn’t move them and made me cum again and again until i couldn’t take it anymore and pissed all over myself 🤫🤫🤫

[salivapix]

imagining my face buried deep within a pretty boy’s cunt as he fights with his full bladder. he writhes against the mattress, hips rutting up and down as my tongue slithers every inch of his throbbing core. beneath his breath, he mumbles a chorus of “fuck”s and “shit”s as he clenches every muscle in that feeble body of his. his hands tangle in my hair as i put my lips to work, and he feels that all too familiar sting low in his abdomen, electricuting his entire being and making him shake and sob, begging me to ease up, warning me that soon he’ll lose the weak grasp of control he has over himself and spill out all over the sheets. i don’t stop, though. in fact, i make sure to turn my head in a way that makes his eyes roll back into his own. he’s shaking as he holds onto me, shrieking out unintelligible praises and pleas all in the same breath, crying out my name until his voice can no longer carry it and instead breaks off into blissful moans. i feel the first drop against my tongue before he even notices that it’s out, and after it comes another, and then another. his eyes shoot open, undeniable embarrassment shooting through his veins, but i’m not merciful enough to lift my head. his tears don’t faze me; i keep going until he’s but a puddle of his own incoherence, desperately whining like the animal he is as all of the pressure inside of him reaches its peak. he lets out a final warning gasp, though, due to his own exhaustion, it sounds more like a labored breath, and, before there’s any stopping it, a waterfall of gold expels itself onto my lips. he can no longer control himself, frame convulsing underneath me as i lap up every bit of fluid that i can in the short amount of time that it spews out of him. poor baby isn’t even finished pissing before he comes undone, his breath catching in his throat as his joints spasm, trying as hard as they can to keep some semblance of control but ultimately losing the battle and crumbling upon just the touch of my mouth. when it’s over, his voice wavery and his eyes wet, his legs fall relaxed and he feels a sharp warmth all the way from his wet clit to his upper stomach, and he lets out a final shuddering whimper as the rest of him sprays out onto the bed, his head still foggy and his pussy still pulsating from the orgasm that just rippled through him.