#strap stuff

[delicatelymorbid]

kissing across someone's waist over the hem of their underwear and saying "please" while slowly lowering my face and rubbing against them

[sugar-petals]

have you ever wanted to peg a cutie so hard he cums

if he comes along doing shit like this — attention, steamy educative footage follows — completely unsolicited, man he’s on any domme’s strap radar.

and THIS:

what can i say.

[aspidities]

Sadly, this is not being a cis man. We can't buy ourselves bigger dicks.

Bruh it’s the size of my forearm, I genuinely feel bad you can’t have the joyous experience of comparing yourself to a coke can....unless you can.

Also I have several, so it’s dealer’s choice on any given day. Do I wanna keep it humble or do I wanna roll out like the Italian Stallion?

[delicatelymorbid]

being so sweet to my baby after hearing her go on and on about a dumb little oral fixation. laying down and allowing her to be in "charge" while she lowers her mouth slowly onto my dick. helping her, but also fucking the trust into her for every stroke against her greedy tongue. waiting and watching for her control to slip and then giving her a gentle command. seeing her brows furrow as i politely ask for her to say something for me, and then waiting to hear her pathetically mumble with her throat struggling to take me. cooing at her, saying i know she can do it, and my nails gently scratching down her throat. seeing her attain some admirable coherence, yet it crumbles once my finger loops around the chain of her collar and tugs it down to make her choke on me

[delicatelymorbid]

need someone on their knees in front of me and giving me a handjob with my tip resting on their tongue

[delicatelymorbid]

facefucking and wrapping my hand around her neck so i can feel my strap gliding in and out of her throat while her body jerks from choking on it

[delicatelymorbid]

wanna be leaning on someone's shoulder while carrying a mindless conversation and for every few minutes, leaving gentle kisses against their neck. ignoring the slight shifts to their posture and breathing before i bring a hand over their shorts, ghosting my nails over what i want. paying no mind to their soft protests and hesitant hands as they try to stop me.

i'd keep my movements gentle and slow, lips trailing up their neck with my tongue in its wake. nothing too eager or persistent so those small protests eventually die out as they're coaxed over. my mouth reaching just below their ear and softly insisting with a whisper of "just let me" against them. then a low "please?" against their jaw, kissing across the tensed muscle until i lazily reach their mouth. giving slow, chaste pecks at first. my hand against them getting firmer, making their mouth fall open just for my tongue to finally slip in where i want. swallowing any whimper or whine in response and shifting onto them so i'm straddling their lap. my free hand snaking to the nape of their neck and pulling at their roots. their neck strained, brows furrowed with that desperate and nearly afflicted look that brings nothing less of a starved grin to my face.

leaving a trail of kisses from their mouth down to their chin, throat, chest, and eventually to the hem of their boxers. i'd lick across the seam, my spit glistening against their stomach while hooking my fingers into their waistband. barely pulling down before bringing my gaze to theirs, waiting for that signal, that gentle nod of assurance to make sure they're okay with this. the second i see it, though, i'd waste no time taking what i want.

instantly kissing from the base up to their tip, keeping my eyes on theirs as i stop with a slow swipe of my tongue around them. then, a soft kiss, a soft "please", all with a soft, knowing grin. doing it again, and again, until my teasing is met with the smallest thrust of their hips up into my mouth.

[delicatelymorbid]

horny and craving to call someone daddy while i kiss up down their strap, moaning every time i hear them say "fuck" from watching me