switch, dom-leaning, idk. i just like making ppl feel rlly fucking good until they’re a little desperate, whatever form that takes
this is a nsfw sideblog and i am uncomfortable following/liking/interacting from my main (but tbh if you follow me and i see you in my notes often enough, i consider us basically mutuals)
my original text posts are tagged #jaws.txt. asks are tagged #jaws.ask
i don’t dm. i love asks though ;)
if you want me to remove a reblog or tag something just lmk. i never wanna overstep or interact in a way that makes you uncomfortable
DNI IF YOU’RE UNDER 18. i am an adult and have no interest in you. it is gross to misrepresent yourself here. please go somewhere else. ageless blogs will be blocked
if you get queerphobic or racist with me I’m blocking.
i’m trans. fuck off, terfs. and fuck you too transmeds and exclusionists. we’re all freaks to the allocishets, and turning against your own won’t make you more respectable
and to be clear on that front: i am a guy. just a clarifying fyi for anyone with strict ‘men dni’s in their bio. i appreciate you tailoring your own space here and you can follow if you want, but for my own sake i need you to know i’m not ‘man lite’ just because i used to be a girl
that being said all queers can follow, even if you’re not into guys. i use a lot of neutral language in my posts so if any of it resonates with your own experiences? that’s awesome! reblog away
Things you’ll find here:
voice kink and dirty talk
breeding w/ no pregnancy (i guess ‘creampie’ is more accurate but lol i hate that term)
overstim
teasing dom
soft dom
praising
rough sex
primal sex
switch pov (both penetrating and being penetrated, mostly the former)
masc/neutral pov
occasional monsterfucking
enthusiastic consent
I should mention I’m not into:
forcing anybody to do something, even with blanket permission to do so (it’s just not my style)
extremely unbalanced relationships; you get a say too
‘owning’ you
feminizing me
infantilizing/babying me (and tbh infantilizing/babying *you*)
pregnancy
piss/scat/etc.
You can call me:
obv my name ;)
“pretty boy”
“handsome”
“love,” “baby,” most standard pet names
p much anything a 90s movie rival would say to the protagonist
fucking a man who’s never had anyone inside of him before. Having him so nervous and eager beneath me, as I lean down to kiss him and slowly start pumping his cock. Getting him so responsive and sensitive just like this, teasing his dripping slit and working him just how he likes, so ready for me when I finally push my lubed-up fingers into him.
Watching his jaw drop as he’s filled, as my fingers stretch him and push against his walls in a steady rhythm. Feeling him grab onto me for dear life as I push in another finger. Easing into that slick wetness, curling and playing with him until I have him groaning from just these slow motions. Before I can even ask him if it feels good, feeling him rock his hips insistently into my hand. Short, heated grunts choking their way past his lips in a wordless plea for more. Hearing him whine as I pull my fingers out so I can stroke more lube onto my cock and line myself up with his entrance, meeting his gaze so I can watch him lose himself entirely as I finally sink into him.
Both of us groaning as one as I slowly, slowly push inside. Feeling him clench hot and tight and perfect as he takes every inch of me. Kissing him so gently and having him smile into it with such glowing sincerity, groaning and relaxing around my cock as I finally bottom out. Feeling him tentatively wrap his legs around me, a brand new instinct for him, just so he can keep me right there where he wants me. Staying there inside him for just a moment longer, claiming his mouth and holding his waist before I start to move.
Rolling my hips nice and deep, ever so slowly. Exhaling together, chest to chest, shivering and groaning as we start to pant and sweat. Hearing my name on his lips like I’ve never heard it before, hearing him beg please and more. Finding my rhythm, pumping in and out of him faster with every breathless plea. Desperately trying to control myself because it feels so fucking good inside him but I don’t want to hurt him. Wanting to give him everything he’s begging for because he’s never asked for anything like this before.
Holding him and praising him and fucking him deep. Stroking his cock to the same rhythm and getting him extra worked up over the friction up and down his length. Getting my fill of our sounds—our gasps and moans, our gentle kisses, his mattress whining and protesting below us, the soft smack of skin and the quiet wetness of every thrust. Knowing neither of us is going to last very long but not caring at all. Making him feel so good and wanted and needed as I keep fucking him like this, so eager to make him come all over himself as I come deep inside him. Holding him close because this is everything to me and I’ve never wanted anything more than this new and perfect pleasure we’re discovering together.
Victor i'm thinking about you & i'm so sleepy exhausted after work but i wanna lay in bed with you and exchange sloppy slow kisses where u hold me maybe grip my hair tight while i whine into your mouth. Wanna feel you fuck your tongue into my mouth and you bite my lip kinda gently every so often. I want you to feel me up while we make out & i'm happily stuck in the perfect sleepy horny state.... i'd die for that rn but i guess i'll have to dream of it instead
that sounds so perfect, baby. lying there with you tangled in bedsheets, tangled in each other. there’s nothing like those slow, sleepy, open-mouthed kisses where i can slip my tongue through the soft silk of your lips.
i’d hold you right up against me so i could just get lost in the feeling of you. You’d feel my hands slowly and shamelessly roaming your body—the arch of your back, the slope of your waist, your thighs, your stomach, your chest, your neck—over the hems of your clothes to brush sweetly over flashes of soft exposed skin. I’d get you so sensitive with every gentle touch. and when I’d take your lower lip between my teeth every once in a while i’d revel in the way it makes you shiver, gets you to wrap your legs around me even tighter.
you’d feel my fingers threading through your hair, carefully at first, then tightly gripping the roots so i can tug your head back and devour your neck until your jaw drops and you’re whining so pretty that i just need to claim your mouth again. Those gaping lips and that honey-sweet tongue would be the death of me. There’d be nothing like it—your hair between my fingers and your body under my hands and your mouth open and ready to take me. i’d fuck my tongue into your mouth so sweetly until you’re breathless and relaxed against me.
we’d fall asleep in each others arms like that, sleepy and basking in sweet desire. no need to think about work or life or the rest of the world. our bodies, our mouths, our breaths—this are the only things that are real right now. I’d hold you close, safe and sound against me, until you finally drift off
I grunt as my back connects with the wall. I barely have time to register the pain when suddenly you’re pinning me back with all your weight. I growl against your mouth, your chest heaving against mine and your fingers digging into my sides. You smear your lips along my jaw, less of a kiss and more of a desperate claiming of my skin. A kiss would be too tender, too real, but this raw contact gives just enough plausible deniability for what we’re about to do. I shiver at the insistent touch, pressing forward against you where I feel you hard and aching for me.
We tug our clothes off in a frenzy—zippers getting caught, fabric stretching over limbs, fingers accidentally scraping red lines against skin. The sting feels good, just as good as your hand tugging my hair back hard so you can devour my neck. I feel your teeth on me and I have to clench my jaw shut to not gasp. But I’m not going to let you have it easy, as if I’m the only one who’s going to fall apart right here. I wrap my hand around your cock and start to pump you—roughly, insistently, until you’re dripping precum through my fingers and you’re groaning against my neck.
Yeah, I fucking bet you like that. There’s no pretense behind my actions, no shy hesitation. I know what you want, and I’m not afraid to give it to you. But you’re too lost in this clandestine pleasure to notice that you’re giving me everything I want. Your breath catches in your throat and escapes in a muffled whine against my shoulder. You’re more desperate than you let on, baby. I’m going to enjoy this.
Soon you can’t take it anymore and you pin me forward against the wall. You grope down my back, exploring every inch of exposed skin. Your other hand finds its way between my legs and I let out a shuddering breath as you start to pump my length. My body relaxes in waves with every practiced stroke, becoming easy and pliant as you line yourself up with me. You’re so slick with yourself already, and I’ve been hot and ready for you since you first got your hands on me. You hold my hips in place and slowly, slowly push inside.
We groan together—you bury your face in my neck and I clench my teeth as I take every inch. I’m so tight and you’re just so big. It stings a little as you stretch me out, but I want it so bad. Fuck, it feels amazing. You bottom out inside me and it’s almost too much to bear. I feel you shiver against my back, panting like you’re already fucking me. I smirk and I’m about to say something about it, but right as I open my mouth you start to move.
Fuck, you really can’t help yourself, can you? As you fuck me so hard? It feels so good inside me, hot and tight and perfect. I groan beneath you and I feel your heart racing faster, your breaths getting heavier. You fuck into me harder and harder, until your skin is smacking against mine and we’re growling and panting for each other. Your fingers dig into my hips as you fuck into me and I gasp at the sweet pain. Yeah, fuck me just like that. Get your fucking fill. Groan and shiver for me, lose yourself so bad that you can’t tell just how good you’re making me feel.
I moan in earnest as you sink your teeth into my neck and suck dark red marks along the sensitive skin. My sweat beads below your tongue. We’re nothing but desperate sounds—groans and growls humming from deep within our chests, skin smacking hard, a rhythmic thumping through the wall I’m sure everyone can hear. You roughly take my jaw in your hand, and I look you in the eyes, through the sweaty mess of your hair plastered on your forehead. You’re burning up, baby. I smirk down at your lips, and I don’t need to say anything as you press your mouth against mine.
It’s an awkward kiss, too desperate and messy but so fucking perfect. Your tongue drags against mine as you capture my lips again and again. Fuck, this is everything. I can’t fucking stand it. You pump yourself into me like you’re out of control and I feel you right there and don’t you dare fucking stop. But you’re a son of a bitch, and you choose to pull out right then. I turn around to give you shit over it when suddenly you hoist me up and press me back against the wall. I snarl that you’re such a fucking tease, and then you’re kissing me again as you slip back inside.
It’s easier like this. You kiss me deeper now that we slot better together. You pick up the rhythm and I’m in just the right position to scratch my nails down your back. God, just like that. I need it, I need you. Your mouth feels so nice against mine, your cock feels so perfect inside me. It’s rough and it almost hurts and god it’s gonna take me over the edge soon. Your hips start to stutter. Your breaths come out in short, desperate shivers. That tough persona falls away with every moan I’m dragging out of that pretty mouth of yours.
You murmur against my neck that it feels too good, that I’m going to make you come, to please, please, please let you come right here. I tease you for it pretending my chest isn’t on fire. Fuck, I want it so bad, and I’m too stripped of my pride to hide it. I wrap my legs around you even tighter and that’s all you need. It’s hard and fast and perfect and with a groan suddenly you’re coming deep inside me. I gasp as I take it all, rope after rope that you keep fucking into me. You moan my name like it’s a prayer, and all it takes is a few more strokes until I’m coming hard onto my stomach.
We make a mess between us, dripping sweat and cum as we finally start to slow down. You don’t pull out just yet. You catch your breath against my shoulder and hold me close—an uncharacteristic arc of sweetness. I close my eyes and feel the rise and fall of your chest, your breaths coming fast, your cock growing soft inside me. I enjoy this careful moment, already thinking about getting you onto my bed and seeing how much more you can take tonight.
something cool about queering your idea of sex is that you can walk out of a heavy make out session feeling like you had the rawest sex of your life. you can be sitting close at a bar kissing them and maybe you’ve found a way to sit so your knee is discreetly between their thighs and feeling the pleasure it gives them and then feeling them give that pleasure to you. you can be looking each other in the eye and you can feel them inside you from that alone. like you want to tear their clothes off and are hungry for the feeling of their skin and their closeness but even just this feels like heaven, feels connected to them in the deep place where pleasure comes from.
not to be self-obsessed but someone moaning my name and begging for me is literally my biggest turn on. like yeah, baby, keep saying my name. tell me who’s making you feel this good. tell me who you’re thinking of when you’re alone and restless and biting down on your pillow to muffle the sounds, thinking about all the disgusting things you want done to you. c’mon, baby, just say my name again. i wanna hear how it sounds spilling from your lips when i make you come
wheres the love for boys who whine and beg just to be able to fuck you? who thank you so sweetly when you finally let them inside your wet hot hole? boys who whimper and babble praise as they fuck you so good just wanting to please you and wanting to be good enough to be allowed to cum in you?
Fucking you till your brain turns to mush, till your in that place where all you can feel is pleasure. Where It feels so good you think you’re going crazy, you can’t even hear how loud your being. Just blissed out being pulled back onto my dick while your mouth hangs open and your soundlessly screaming except for a few pathetic “uh uh uh”s. You can’t even hear me talking to you it feels so good. I’m telling you how wet you are inside inside but you’re just so gone. You feel like you can taste me in your mouth and feel me deep in your throat. You don’t know how long it takes you to cum but when you do your hips just keep kicking with the force of it like your body is possessed with pleasure.
You’re so perfect. I hold you close to me and trace gentle circles onto the plane of your back, murmuring against your lips as I lean in to kiss you. We’re lying in bed, undressed and tangled together as our lips drag slowly against each other, all easy breaths and warm mouths. We get our fill of each other’s skin—my hands on your back and waist, your hands on my shoulders and chest—enjoying every shiver, every quiet moan. You roll onto your back and I settle myself between your legs.
I ease you open carefully, slowly. My fingers are slick and gentle as I follow the way your breath hitches and your hips shift up to make room for me. Just like that, love. Lie back and let me make you feel good. I curl my fingers inside you as I kiss your jaw, drag my lips over your neck and chest and stomach. I savor every inch of warm skin on my way down until I get my mouth on you.
I take my sweet time here between your thighs. Sinking into your warmth and breathing you in as your jaw drops and you moan out in earnest. I work my tongue on you agonizingly, long and slow strokes over every spot that has you breathless. You’re so sensitive, sweetheart. Shivers run up and down your spine. You card your fingers through my hair as I unravel you second by second. You’ve made a mess of my mouth, but that doesn’t stop you from drawing me close and kissing me deep. You wrap your legs tight around me, as I take my cock in my hands and finally, finally sink into you.
I roll my hips into you slowly, groaning against your neck as I savor the soft silk between your legs. Fuck, I love the way you feel. You’re so warm and wet and, god, we just fit so perfectly together. Every stroke hits deep, and every groove and ridge stretches you out so nice. I love the way you bite your lip and moan for me, the way you kiss me and sigh into my mouth. We rock our bodies together in an easy rhythm, letting the sensation sing through every nerve.
I’m careful not to move too hard, not to get too rough. You feel so good that it’s making me nearly lose it, but right now I don’t want a fast and mindless fuck. Not here. Your eyes flutter closed and you shiver through every exhale whenever I’m all the way in. You deserve so much better than that. I hold you close and kiss your neck, taking in your sweet pleasure as I move. You open yourself up to every touch, as my hands roam your body.
God, do you even know how perfect you are? You feel my hands roam over the backs of your thighs, up your hips, your stomach, the softness of your chest. You’re flushed and panting beneath me as I’m deep inside and god I’ve never seen anyone like you before. I run my thumb over your lower lip, guide myself to your mouth. Tell me what you need, baby. You’re making me feel so fucking good; I want to make you feel good.
It’s almost agonizing, how slow and deep it is. I can’t believe I’m inside you like this, giving you so much pleasure. You’re arching your back and moaning for me. My name leaves your lips like a prayer, over and over again, and it’s driving me crazy. I love this. I love this so much. You wrap your legs around me even tighter as we take all of each other. I never want to let go of you. I want to keep feeling you around me. Let me make you come, baby. Let me give you everything you need and more.
Oh, you are a fucking tease, aren’t you? I should’ve known the moment you draped your legs over me as the movie started. The opening credits are still rolling as you start to kiss my neck—sweet, whisper-soft pecks, trailing from behind my ear to the crook just over my shoulder. I feel the barest hint of your tongue as you press a single slow kiss right below my adam’s apple. Still, you make me work for it.
Your lips keep up those barely-there kisses as I drag my hand up and down the backs of your thighs. I squeeze the soft skin, pinch it gently just to hear your breath hitch. My fingers trail up the hem of your shirt, and I grope tenderly at your chest, your waist, your back. I get my hands back on your hips and carefully pull your pants off—down your thighs, over the hook of your knees, past your calves, tangling briefly at your ankles and then discarded on the ground.
You let yourself be moved so easily as I settle you down so you’re straddling my lap. You bat your eyes at me innocently, just barely moving your hips forward where you feel me half hard through my sweatpants. The head teases your inner thigh and I catch the quick breath as you lose composure for just a second. I grab your hips and slowly move you over my thigh. Your wetness soaks through the fabric as I grind you over me so slowly. Your thighs tremble a little as you work yourself to my rhythm. You bury your face in my neck as I move you, as I have the utter gall to turn my attention back to the movie. I enjoy the feeling of your body, the sound of your shaky breaths, just taking my time letting you fall apart. Suddenly, I feel your hands drift down my chest, over my stomach, tugging at my sweatpants until your hands are on my cock.
I let out a low groan as you stroke me to full hardness. Precum drips down the head and you coat my length with it all the way down the shaft. It’s slow and agonizing, and I finally look over to see you smirking at me through the haze. I feel you getting even wetter now, your hips rolling forward with a bit more urgency. You sway your hips and bounce a little over my knee, a promise as you stroke me oh so slowly until I can’t take it anymore.
I move you over me and you sink down onto my cock. We inhale as one, as I push into you, stretching you out carefully all the way to the hilt until you’re gasping and settling around the girth and depth. It’s just so deep. It’s so fucking good. You feel so full as I get my hands on your hips again, as I start to bounce you up and down.
Do you like that, baby? Does that feel good? I groan your name between breaths as I tease kisses onto your neck, nipping at the skin and licking away the sting. You’re moaning nice and loud now, at every sensation alight in the darkness of the living room. You finally tug off your shirt and start to play with your chest, showing yourself off to me as you keep bouncing. You’re so fucking sexy like this, naked on my lap as I’m practically fully dressed. I’m lost on the way your hips move over me, on the slow rolling motions of your torso, on the sweat that starts to drip down your skin.
I move you faster now, bucking my hips up into you until our skin is smacking hard. Your hands are on my shoulders as you leverage the weight to fuck down onto me faster and faster. Fuck, just like that, baby. You’re so good for me, taking my cock so deep and moaning for me to make you mine. I swat at your ass and squeeze your thighs, and oh you can just feel the nerves alighting all over your pretty body where I touch you. I suck at your neck, I play with your nipples, I urge you on and call you sexy and move you with animal urgency until we’re both losing control.
Fuck, I want to come inside you. You’re so warm and wet and perfect. You ride me so good and you’re moaning my name so pretty and you’re getting so close and, fuck, I need you. I need you so fucking bad. You’re panting hard into my mouth as you beg for it. You bounce up and down even harder, begging me to fill you up. I grab your hips and fuck up into you harder and harder until we’re both groaning and it’s building fast and it’s perfect and suddenly you’re clenching around my cock and I’m spilling deep inside you. It’s so fucking good. I keep fucking up into you as I spill rope after rope into you, getting my fill as you shiver and whine.
We keep rolling our hips into each other as we come down from it. The overstimulation hums through our veins with every motion, as we hear the quiet wetness between your legs. You’re giggling into my neck and I can’t help but smile. I kiss you gently and close my eyes and catch my breath. So much for the movie, huh?
I can’t fucking resist you. You know I can’t. You barely have time to close the door behind us before I’m pressing you forward against it, gripping a hand through your hair and grinding hard against the curve of your ass. I kiss the back of your neck, suck the sensitive skin between my teeth. I’m not even inside you yet and I have you so responsive, moaning and grinding back against me where you can feel the hard outline of my cock, so ready for you.
We got bored of the party pretty quick. I’d been flitting back and forth from the kitchen to the living room to the quiet balcony outside the apartment, just hoping that at some point the music would get better or my roommate would finally decide to go home. I’d lost all hope of a fun night until I caught your eye. You were sitting with a friend who found herself suddenly very distracted by a short skirt and a low-cut top on the dance floor. I trailed my gaze honey-slow over your body, as I took her place beside you on the couch. Talking turned into kissing, which turned into panting and groping over our clothes. You swung a leg over me to work your hips on my lap until we were cursing each layer of clothing between us.
We found an empty room and locked the door.
I finally pull away for long enough to get you on the bed. I devour your mouth, drag my lips down your neck, groaning as you tug my cock out of my pants and I feel the sweet shock of your hand suddenly working me hard and fast. I get my hand between your legs and give as good as I’m getting, until your arousal is dripping over my fingers and you’re moaning loud. I work you open with my fingers and you feel so tight and warm. Oh, baby, you’re going to be the death of me tonight. The dull thump of the bass outside masks our sounds—the moans and the creak of the bed as we grind into each other’s hands. But I don’t fucking care at this point. I’m getting your jeans off you and the promise of being inside you is too much to bear. I don’t care if they hear us. I just need you right fucking now.
We undress just enough for it, the two of us far too hungry to delay it any longer. Your gaze burns into me as I drag my fingers through our wetness and stroke up and down my cock. I hike your legs over my shoulders and slowly push deep inside you.
There’s no preamble, no elegance to it. We’ve got an iron tight grip on each other as I fuck into you fast and deep. You’re gasping and begging for it underneath me, egging me on with pretty sounds and a mouth that gapes open at the feeling of being so full. Fuck, you feel so fucking good. I can’t help it. I growl and groan as I leverage myself with one hand on your ass and the other on the bed’s headboard, bucking into you harder and harder and harder.
You scratch your nails down my arm and throw your head back. You can barely speak through urgent panting and the involuntary moans I draw from your throat, but my forehead is pressed to yours and I still catch your words—how fucking good it feels, how deep I am, how you want me to make you come over and over. I pull out all the way just to thrust all the way back in until you’re so cockdrunk you can’t even think.
It takes all I have for me to pull out long enough to get you onto your stomach. I get a pillow under you as I line myself up with your entrance, ready to push inside when suddenly you’re fucking yourself back against me. I groan at the feeling of you taking me hot and tight, at the sight of you working yourself on my cock over and over, moaning and senseless. I grab your hips hard and follow your heated rhythm.
I grope your body underneath me, pinning you down and panting against the back of your neck as I fuck you from behind. I take a fistful of your hair and press you down against the mattress. You’re so eager and responsive now. You like the soft sting of my hands in your hair, the shameless way I grope your ass as I keep thrusting into you.
You’re whining so pretty into the pillow now, gripping the sheets hard. You tell me you’re so close and oh that’s all I need to reach between your legs again as I work you to the urgent rhythm I’m fucking you with. You’re writhing and moaning for me until you arch your back and come hard. You pulse and clench around my cock and fuck it’s too good. You feel so fucking good. I pull out of you and groan into your shoulder as I spill all over your back.
We collapse onto the bed together. I hold you close and feel the mess I made on your skin, trail my fingers over the wetness on your stomach, between your thighs, on the arch of your back. You roll over and kiss me slowly between breaths. I moan into your mouth as we both revel in the slow aftershocks of it. You wrap your legs around me and I softly squeeze the backs of your thighs. The way you’re looking up at me is lighting a match inside my chest, and I just know we’re not getting out of bed just yet.
heyy can we do a sexy roleplay where im a prince from a fallen kingdom and youre the powerful warrior who has taken me for their own pleasure. yes? yipeeee ok so before we start first here's a google doc with the whole history of the fictional land we're both from and the intricate geopolitical workings of the- oh yeah and here's a supplementary doc on the agriculture and trade routes of said fictional land and stuff and yes this is important. the dirty talk has to be lore accurate
your monster boyfriend is so big, so hulking and thick, he can't even fit his cock inside you.
but there are many, many more things you can do. you lick him all over, from the strange, angled head of his cock, down to his huge, hanging balls. he pumps himself between your thighs, sliding along on how wet you are. sometimes he gets carried away and uses your small body, dragging you over his shaft until he splatters all over you.
but he always gets down on his knees and swipes his huge tongue between your thighs, his massive finger bringing you over the edge again and again until you're a puddle in his arms.
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