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My truly ideal relationship fantasy is a boy I’m genuinely best friends with. And we are very much BOY best friends. It’s all video games and late night McDonald’s runs. Blasting music and smoking weed in his car. Getting drunk after work and smoking cigarettes in the cold in too light jackets, huddling a bit closer together for warmth. It’s loud voices and joking around and dude, cmon bro, roasting each other and egging each other on. Playful shoves that are a little too gentle. Gazes that linger a little too long.

One night we’re playing video games in my room, halfway through a case of beer. I’m teasing him, making fun of him for losing, cracking jokes like I always do. Something in his eyes changes, he gets this little smirk I’ve never seen before and suddenly he’s grabbing me by the back of the neck, kissing me. “Shut up,” he murmurs against my lips. And suddenly I’m melting. He’s kissing me deep and possessive, pulling me into his lap. His hands roaming my body as I start to get flushed, my head falling back and I let out a breath.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he tells me, his thumb running over my bottom lip, pushing into my mouth. I suck on it happily, gratefully. I can feel how much he likes it, how it excites him. He has to kiss me, taste my mouth before shoving his fingers back in. I move slowly on his lap, his other hand slipping under my shirt, rubbing soothing circles on my lower back.

“Good, baby.” He kisses and then sucks on my neck, making hickeys as I bob my mouth on his fingers, moaning around them. His hand slips under my pants, cups me over my boxers.

“You’re so wet,” he mutters almost incredulously. “Is that for me?”

I nod eagerly. Bucking my hips against him desperately. His hand slips into my boxers, gently rubbing slow teasing circles on my clit with a single finger. I moan and he holds me tighter.

He nips at my ear, takes his fingers out of my mouth, rubbing the spit onto my lips. Grips the back of my head by the hair to get better access to my neck, while i rut against him, all tough-guy, playing it cool pretense completely lost. I am his, and have been for a long time, whether he knew it or not.

He breathes agains my neck, “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

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I still think that the point of BDSM is to play out scenarios that would be morally infeasible to enact outside the trappings of fiction. erotic literature can be that as well. so erotic literature that’s “about” BDSM and treats BDSM itself as the taboo and the affirmations of consent and safe words and aftercare as The Sexy Part are jerking it to the cave wall shadows

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we're seeing a movie in an hour and idk how im supposed to act bc for the past like 3 weeks we've just been saying the nastiest shit together over text and now im gonna be like. hiiii :3

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i don’t really go here (snuff kink circles beyond a passing one-liner reblog and/or butchering metaphors) but i do need to get this one out so forgive me followers on the normal-er spectrum. “i just realized i love you and i’ve never loved anyone before and this makes me weak and so you have to die so no one can use this against me” x “you love me? wait, really? promise?”

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I swear sometimes the hardest part of being both hypersexual and sex repulsed is- (pauses for a moment. Stares out the window. Watches the sunlight dance across the dandelions peeking their way out from under the concrete walkway. Listens to the hums and trills of the birds in a quiet moment of serenity so profound it changes my very being) I need to go. I need to get out of here now.

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"Just friends just friends just friend" while pumping you full of cum after listening to you vent

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​sigh. ya know, this would be more fun for me if i drove you up to a secluded stretch of forest, gave you a crude map of nearby waterways, patted you down for weapons, and gave you an analog watch with a timer for how long your head start will be before i calmly begin hunting you. and it’s your choice, really. when i cut the duct tape off your wrists and ankles and tell you to get going, you can choose to waste your time with an attempt to subdue me, plead with me to let you go, decide you’re above participation. don’t be stupid and waste your own time, pet. i’ll end up on top of you with my fingers around your throat and all of my length buried in you while you thrash and cry regardless of what you do. there is no way out of this but i like to think of myself as somewhat kind, and so you do have some agency here. it’s up to you how you want things to go prior to my arm wrapping around your middle and throwing you against the warm earth. ripping your clothes off just enough to get inside you as you’re wondering what that ringing noise in your ears is and if the impact of skull to tree roots is enough to cause a concussion. incapacitated and soft underneath me. willing flesh begging to be torn apart and abused. yes i will ravage you, but you’ll have a choice in how i manage it, as all darling deer in my woods should

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after hours (1985) dir. martin scorsese

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sorry op ijust really wanted this on tumblr

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Rafa Gómez and Miguel Calher photographed by hugotgil

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flirting: you look like you'd be vulnerable to getting stockholm syndrome

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mike faist as jack twist and lucas hedges as ennis del mar in brokeback mountain 10/?

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sometimes you do forget that the general population doesn't necessarily find a guy cumming prematurely in his pants hot

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whenever i get high or drunk alllll i wanna do is kiss someone or suck on something. i don’t care which. anyone wanna help with that?

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Take One. Wakefield Poole, 1977.

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If I was a vampire I'd always go for the femoral artery so I could feed from between the thighs and stick my face in my victims crotch and lick and drain them and the other vampires would all think I was weird and I'd say stuff like "no bro it's just slightly less oxygenated so it has a better flavor it's more subtle" and they'd all say it's just a weird sex thing and they'd be right

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having trauma surrounding penetration as predominantly a top is so embarrassing i feel like i always end up subconsciously projecting my own big complicated feelings about penetration onto bottoms like my gut reaction to being offered hole is "wow you're so brave thank you for trusting me" even though for most people it's super not that deep like sorry i ruined the vibe by saying thank you for letting me fuck you that was weird i just have this whole thing but that's not your problem