circawontsurvivee

[circawontsurvivee]

fuck the “you can’t talk to anyone but me!” keeping ur bfs entire life and purpose focused around you and only you kind of possessive. ew, gross.

I’m the kind of possessive that’ll bite down on his hip and have him get my bite mark tattooed. the kind that’ll make him wear a controlled vibrator under his clothes when we go out somewhere with friends so I can control how he’s feeling around them— not just for the amusement of watching him try to hold back moans, but to remind him of the kind of power I have over him because he’s really just so desperate he’d do anything I tell him to.

I’m the kind of possessive that’ll mark his neck up when he looks extra good as we’re getting ready to go out somewhere, that way everyone can know who he belongs to when they see me standing next to him in public.

it’s the smaller things. the small but constant reminders— letting him know that he’s mine. that at the end of the day, after every hang out, the second we’re alone or even when we’re in front of other people, it’ll always be me.

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do u write fanfiction

yeah from time to time, I haven’t posted anything in like god knows how long. but I did write (don’t laugh at me…) this shitty fanfiction about julian casablancas back in 2022 and it got pretty popular.

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We’ve tried before and it hasn’t been a favorite to say the least but maybe like if I had him against the wall, he could ride my face that way??? Idk cuz I need that. Like I need him to take control and use the hell out of my face. Because holy shit he’s so beautiful. Like I just want him to grip my hair and suffocate me, rolling his hips against my face the best he can while I hold him upright by his GORGEOUS hips. I just want to taste my boyfriend and feel his legs start trembling as he tries to keep standing or whatever…

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I just want to wrap my hands around his gorgeous fucking throat, maybe add the slightest bit of pressure and fuck him. God, I need that so bad.

He can hardly fit the tip in his cunt, but wow, I’m determined to make him take it all. Just to hear his pathetic whines and moans when I force him to adjust to every inch one second at a time. I would never intentionally hurt him. But can you blame me for wanting to get just a bit aggressive and rough? Because holy shit, I want to be buried deep inside of his beautiful fucking body. Even if I can’t feel it. I just need that satisfaction. The tears in his eyes, the screaming, and eventually the moaning and begging me to go faster. Not to stop. I’ve never wanted anything more than I want him.

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god he has the nicest fucking body. god, don’t even. his legs are so nice, and fuck I just want to be grabbing at them all of the goddamn time. oh, but his hips? fuck me. his hips are so fucking pretty. I just want to mark him up all nice and shit, to CLAIM him or something. like I can’t believe that’s mine. and he’s so much smaller than me. so it’s so goddamn easy to just… have my way with him. to use his body to my wishes. mine to caress and touch and fuck and taste.

and wow, I’m so fucking lucky. and his face? the way he looks at me with those big fucking GORGEOUS eyes while I’m between his legs. oh my gooood. I just want to feel him up (and then FILL him up). feel every curve and dip in his body, kiss every fucking inch of him because I love him. I’m so in love with him. and his body is just the biggest fucking bonus ever. he’s so beautiful.

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whenever we get high together, I can always tell he’s horny and when he wants something. just based off of his breathing. I pay extra attention (because after all, most of the time this was my intention, wasn’t it?)

but most of the time I just wait for him to speak up. why? because I love hearing him get all desperate and whiny. how even when his friends are over, he won’t hesitate to whine and ask them to leave the room. cuz he just wants it so bad. and he’s so shameless about it. (such a turn on btw…)

a smoke sesh always leads to him soon wiping his fluids off of my chin and asking for a kiss because he wants to taste himself on me. and after that, awkward glances from me to his mom in the kitchen, because I know he was probably just a bit too loud, and I know she probably knows that I just fucked her son.

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I’m very angry lately n I want to fuck someone to the point their body is lifeless from being overstimulated n all they can make out is weak moans n pretty dumb faces. Just fucking take it for me yeah?

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You grind your hips in your sleep sometimes. Just enough to wake me. Not enough to finish. You know I’ll take care of it. At 3:07 a.m., without speaking. Like clockwork.

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true ☝️

Just had the most wonderful phone sex. First I put a finger directly underneath my tip with some spit and fucked myself silly. then I flipped myself over and fucked my hips into my lubricated fingers like a toy and jerked myself off. All while being praised and it topped it off sdsssso good I came immediately when he said "yeah feels good?" It was so fucking sexy ughgdggeggg.. I couldnt form coherent sentences all I could do was whine and moan in response with the rare occasion of a legible "uh huh" when he asked me if it felt good, and he knew it felt fucking immaculate cause all he got in response were desperate whimpers:( I couldnt respond and he took advantage of it, I was too high and fucked out to even answer his question i just kept moaning and humping my overstimulated cock against my hand </3:(

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fucking the sass out of him in a month just you wait. it’s gonna be hard to make your smartass comments and retorts with my hand over your mouth while I shove one too many of my fingers inside of you, isn’t it?

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What if I had you in a chokehold in front of the bathroom mirror, forcing you to look yourself in the eye while I completely ruin you? Repeating sweet praises and demanding for you to repeat them out loud to yourself as some sick form of humiliation as you watch the tears forming in your eyes. Maybe your vision even starts to get a bit cloudy from the pressure of my forearm wrapped so tight around your throat.

You’d look so fragile bent over the counter, unable to move or form a coherent thought. So vulnerable and needy. Just on display for me to use as I please— for however long I please.

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Since he FINALLY got a strap, I’ve been imagining all of the new positions we could try. Like lately my minds been set on flipping him onto his stomach, using my weight to my advantage as I pin his head to the mattress. Slowly pushing into him to stretch him open, hearing him cry out in pain and pleasure when I fill him completely.

Holding his wrists down against his back while I begin thrusting into him, hearing him plead with me to go faster. Whimpering incoherent words under his breath bc it just feels so good, he can’t even think. Just feel. And by the time he’s completely spent and unable to move, I’m still there, slowly moving inside of him as I press the softest kisses to his back and shoulders, hearing him let out soft exhausted moans through the overstimulation and pain as I praise him for how good he’s being— for how well he took it. Being so gentle. A stark contrast to the way I handled him just moments before.

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I just think it’s practical.

You make me a mess, then you hold me like you’re cleaning up after yourself. Responsible. Considerate. Gentlemanly, even.

Fuck me till I forget how to stand and then remind me—gently, with both hands on my hips and a kiss to the cheek that we’re in love or something equally dangerous. Wipe your mouth, hand me my socks. Ask what I want for dinner.

It’s not depraved. It’s coordinated. We’re good at this. We’ve got a system.

I lean over the sink to rinse a glass—your hands on my waist, just resting there like you’re claiming property.

I burn the toast. You ruin my neck. Balance.

This is our little economy: affection in filth, affection in silence, affection in forehead kisses and fucked-up hair and “don’t forget your keys.”

I want to be the kind of undone that still gets errands done.

Wrecked, yes, but still presentable.

Still picking out produce with shaky hands.

Still saying “yes, babe, cauliflower’s fine,” while remembering the way your mouth felt ten minutes ago. It’s not about sex, not always. Sometimes it’s just about being seen.

Handled.

Known.

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I want to fuck him with my fingers so bad. He’s so tight, we always give up because I don’t wanna hurt him do I? But I really just want to make him work through the pain for the pleasure. Because I know it would be so worth it to feel him come undone around my fingers. Feeling him try and grasp at my wrist and pushing his hand away, telling him to just let me make him feel good. To let me take control. To take it and be good for me. It’s gonna hurt for a little bit, but I promise once you adjust, it’ll feel so good.

Pressing soft kisses to his neck and whispering sweet affectionate words in his ear. Like you’re doing so good baby, I know it hurts but you’re taking me so well. Just let go and let me take care of you. Kissing his tears away as the pain in his expression slowly starts contorting into pleasure, hearing his beautiful moans and whimpers as I finally win him over.

I miss my boyfriend:(

[circawontsurvivee]

Need to overstimulate him and watch him buck his hips like some wild animal. Just watching his body jolt and twitch as he becomes a mindless mess.

Like he couldn’t do it to himself, even if he tried. And that turns me on more. Knowing I have complete control over him. I’m the only one who could make him feel this good. Holding his hips down as I continue to suck and lick at him, hearing him start sobbing due to the torturous mix of pain and pleasure coursing through his veins.

Ignoring his whines, demanding for him to just fucking take it. This was what he asked for, right? He’s been begging for me to touch him for months, so why the hell should I stop? I’m going to keep him there and force him to take it until I’m done with him. Until he’s shaking, until he can’t think. Making sure that all he knows is the overwhelming pleasure that won’t seem to stop no matter how much he begs.

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real (I’m the one doing the edging)

I wanna be completely at his mercy with all of my senses depraved and edged for hours. (Im a simple man with needs and wants)

[circawontsurvivee]

𝕎𝔸ℝℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾: 𝕋ℍ𝕀𝕊 𝕀𝕊 𝔸ℕ 𝟙𝟠+ ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎 𝔹𝕃𝕆𝔾 !!!

Vers. top (dominant lean & strictly top) | 19🩸| FTM | happily taken by my love @imnolongersick | NSFW blog!!! | my bf is basically a pillow prince so I do most of the work (shhhh)

(kinks listed under the cut)

❤️giving

💜receiving

💗both

KINKS:

♡︎ Asphyxiation

♡︎ Praise / Degradation

♡︎ Bondage

♡︎ Orgasm denial/delay (edging)

♡︎ Overstimulation

♡︎ Intox

♡︎ Masochism

♡︎ Agoraphilia

♡︎ Sadism

♡︎ Blood play

♡︎ Sensation play (mostly temperature play)

♡︎ Knife play

♡︎ Claiming/marking

♡︎ Teasing

♡︎ Size difference

♡︎ Impact play

♡︎ Electro stimulation

♡︎ Orgasm control/forced orgasm

♡︎ Worship

♡︎ Breeding

♡︎ Humiliation

*** (there’s probably crazier shit I’m still actively figuring myself out but this is my list rn — will add more later if needed ! )

DNI:

♡︎ Ageplay, dd/lg, anything related

♡︎ Incest/fauxcest

♡︎ Detrans/misgendering

♡︎ Rape play

(probably more but it’s late and I can’t think properly)

*** Pls just don’t be weird, I’m very happily taken!! I’m not interested in DMs or making friends on here. Everything I post is strictly posted for my partner. ***