himpure

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cockwarming as a power move. he owns your hole. hes resting in it. like it’s a fucking loveseat. like your body is a seat assignment.

“Just sit still, sweetheart. It’s not for you.”

and you’re like YES KING PLEASE LIVE IN ME.

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cockwarming but my hands are tied. cockwarming but he makes me recite poems. cockwarming but if I cum he’ll leave me empty forever.

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You feel daddy that deep? fucking riding it like a needy little grade chaser. Thats my cock fighting your lie. You feel full yet love? Because I haven’t even started pushing my legacy into that dumb little boypussy.

Thats it little contradiction, you like being the man I fuck like a woman, dont you? Say youre a man now, lets see if your pussy agrees.

This is just one load, slut. Youre staying right here until youve got three.

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You bounce like a bitch whose missed it. “I’m a man—” You’re a man, -slamming up into you,- with a pussy made for cum.

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He tried to argue -again,- said I should call him sir this time. So, I kissed his shoulder, slid the toy in deeper, and said, “Of course, sir. Whatever you say, princess.”

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imagine riding him and every thrust up meets your drop down and you both look at each other like “oh, we’re not coming back from this.”

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You keep calling yourself 'he,' baby.

But your pussy clutches to my cock like a slut who forgot what dignity was. Men don't bounce like this. You feel that? How your cunt sucks me in like its apologising for lying? Feel that twitch? Thats your body begging for the load it knows is coming.

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He buried his tongue between my slick folds, pulling them apart with two fingers. “I’m not a girl,” I whimpered. he sucked my clit harder. “Say it louder, pussyboy.” Another lick. “Say it while you gush on my face.”

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Its not about pretending I was never a man.

It’s about him seeing all the ghosts I carry, the girl I clawed through, the softness I feared-

and still fucking me like I’m his.

Not in spite of it. Because of it.

Because I trusted him enough to show him where I break, and he loved me harder there.

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He apologized for making a mess.

I cupped his face, kissed his ruined mouth, and said, “You’re supposed to. You’re mine- you’re meant to fall apart for me. That’s the whole point, isn’t it?”

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Imagining walking in on you fucking yourself on your dildo, slow and needy, and instead of stopping you I just lean in the doorway and tell you to keep going. Tell you to fuck yourself harder. Tell you not to cum until Im bored of watching.

You thought you could pull the toy out and pout your way into having my cock.

Except I press the toy back in and whisper, “You’ll earn it, pretty boy. Now fuck yourself for me. Slow. I want to see your cunt leak for it.”

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You can correct me later, darling. Right now, I’m far more interested in how your cunt clenches when I call you my girl. How sweetly you fall apart when I treat you like one. Language is a tool, and I intend to use it until you’re soaked and shaking on my cock.

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Cockwarming him while he plays games with his friends, my head next to his headset, so I try to stay quiet so his friends dont hear me. He says, "Hey guys, listen to this," before thrusting up suddenly, making me moan loudly. Now, all his friends are cheering him on to keep going while i whine and cry from pleasure and embarrassment. When he's done, i can hear him planning to host his friends here for a game night.

I AM A MAN. Any misgendering will be met with being blocked immediately.

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Tch you keep insisting you’re a man, but then whats this, huh?

Your pathetic excuse of a manhood is dripping all over my face again, love. Its almost like your body knows. Like its just waiting for someone to put you back in your place.

You’re throbbing against my tongue, slick and messy and helpless. Maybe if you were really a man, you’d have a little more control. But instead, you’re just dripping all over me like a needy little bitch.

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Nothing in this world humbles me like a good, proper meal between my thighs. The kind that has me gripping the sheets, whining into my own hands, sobbing into the mattress like I don’t know what to do with myself.

Being eaten out is one thing. But being eaten out by someone whose equally obsessed with it? Who hums when they feel me getting wetter, who groans into me like they need it just as bad? That’s something else entirely.

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2 fake doms trying to dom each other until a real dom steps into the room and fucks the shit out of them both.

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for me a detrans kink isn’t about taking away his identity, it’s about letting him play with every messy piece of it. When he’s begging me to degrade him, he’s really begging me to accept every part of him, even the parts he’s terrified of.

He’s always been so guarded about gender, but in these moments, he’s wide open. When he’s desperate, humiliated, pleading to be my girl again, it’s not weakness, it’s bravery. Watching him break his own rules for pleasure makes me want to ruin him and protect him all at once.