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I'm going to fucking overload your senses, runt. I'm going to stuff you with cum and play with your pretty little puppyparts and whisper words into your ear that confuse you and click a clicker next to your ear.

*click click!* Good puppy! Good mutt! Such a sweet little thing!~

You're gonna forget who you are, mutt. You're gonna forget where you came from, your dreams, goals, aspirations, all of it. You don't need it, mutt. All you need is to know pleasure, and nothing else~

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okay I know this is not what anyone wants to see while they’re on their horny account but we seriously need to have a conversation about how to recognize underage blogs because I’m getting real concerned about the number of people I’ve been seeing the past couple days seemingly unknowingly interacting with blogs that are full of coded messages about how the user running them is a minor advertising CSAM

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People who are like “asking for consent ruins the moment” have no imagination.

Like, I’m sorry, but purring “do you want it?” into your partner’s ear before you fuck is hot.

Looking into your partner’s eyes and asking “may I?” in a voice breathy with desire before you kiss them is super hot.

and “Do you want me to pin you up against this wall and fuck you till you’re screaming my name?” is just basically dirty talk.

What the actual fuck is wrong with you?  If asking for consent ruins sex you’re what?  A rapist who sucks at talking dirty?  

Is that a demographic whose fun we care about ruining?

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I pinch the bridge of my nose and let out a huge sigh before muttering, “What an unbelievable dumbass.”

The company’s latest hire was pushing all my buttons so aggressively it was as though they wanted to see if it was possible to push them all at the same time. Calling me into twice daily Zoom meetings to micromanage my every move as part of their “synergy initiative.” As if this person wasn’t any more obviously a Nepo hire, they were dumb enough to believe “Executive Synergy Expert” was a real position and not one the company's CEO made up for them.

I was just thankful I was work-from-home which meant I didn’t need to keep a straight face when talking to this new hire. That didn’t mean I was fully immune to the sanity draining effect of talking to this person for more than five minutes.

After a truly trying Zoom call I decided I needed a treat. I picked up my phone and opened a little app. I tapped a few buttons before putting it down.  Not even a minute later you knocked on the door to my office.

“Come in,” I call.

“Hey babe,” you say sliding into the room.

I can’t help but notice the slight confusion on your face. Part of you feels like you shouldn’t be in the office when I’m working. I also know that you’re unaware of why you came to my office in the first place. As part of my treat, I drag it out.

“Something up?” I innocently ask.

“Oh, uh, no,” you stammer. “I’m… I’m really not sure why I’m here. Sorry, I shouldn’t bother you at work.”

Your head flicks back to the door as you consider leaving. I notice the single airpod in your ear. An airpod I know you’re unaware of due to some extensive conditioning. Conditioning that has left you in a very open state of mind for me to enjoy.

“Stay,” I say sternly.

Your body practically freezes in place as the urge to exit the room is snuffed out. Your eyes dart back to me and meet my gaze. They are vapid as though staring at something far beyond me. I see them regain focus slowly.

“Um…,” you struggle, “ugh… won’t I distract you?”

“I hope you do,” I say with a sly smile. “No one knows who’s in here with me.”

I point to the spot under my desk. I watch your eyes unfocus again as you move to where I was pointing. You crawl into position and turn back to face me. Naturally assuming a kneeling position between my legs, resting your head on my left thigh. Only once you’re where I instructed do you begin to regain awareness.

“How should I ‘distract’ you?” you whisper.

I pick my phone back up and check the app. I tap another button. From your single airpod I can hear a muffled trigger word being said. Your body moves in compliance to the order. Hands moving to undo my pants. Eyes becoming fixated on my cock as it is freed, before you begin to suck it.

“Good toy,” I say as you begin. “I’ll let you know when I’m done with you. Until then, distract me.”

I return to my work, enjoying myself so much more as you work wonders under my desk.

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"There we go baby, there we go. Good girl. Just like that." they say as you drink up your glass of water for the day, and they stick a golden star sticker on your shirt while running their fingers through your hair

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a dilf saying “sweetheart.” 73 dead. 246 injured.

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Subs who pretend to put up a fight before they get pinned down 🤝 doms who let the subs put up a fight because it's hot watching them struggle

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there’s a special butterfly in my stomach for particularly devoted, blue-collar men…

the type of man who, despite having just worked twelve-thirteen hours straight, making sure those little nails of yours stay manicured, will still come home and fuck you to sleep.

sure, the plant has his back sore and aching, and sleep rings under his eyes in dark circles, but he could just never resist how sweet you were about it.

greeting him at the front door in your pink, prissy pajamas. the ones he took you to the mall to buy. your nails painted a pretty color and your hair all done up. haven’t worked a day in your life, thanks to him, and you scream it too.

maybe you’d cooked him a meal or maybe he’d brought somethin’ good home, but after eating and showering, he was all soft and complacent in bed. well, more than he already is.

he’s driftin’ off the second he feels your body sink the mattress, pulling you into him like second nature. the only thing that gets him out of his stupor is your soft, almost shy whisper: “baby, i need you.”

no matter how tired or how grueling of a day he’s had, he’ll give you what you ask for. prone-bone, doggy, cuddle-fuck, whatever you prefer. he’ll pull his ragged body up, take care of your’s just right, and then enjoy the sleep-inducing orgasm that follows suit.

it’s always worth it, in his opinion, when he gets to watch your bliss-filled eyes roll back again and again.

sweet, sweet blue collar man ;)

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reblog if you also desperately need boobs in your mouth rn

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hot girls have mental disorders and sleep with plushies

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in porn, gangbangs are always so rough and degrading and hard. where’s my soft gangbangs???? where all the guys call the girl cute pet names and actually try to make her cum and check in with her to see how she’s doing. they tell her she’s so pretty and she’s doing so well for them and making them feel so good and they just adore her okay. find me that porn.

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Okay but it's fun being a horny freak online