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sorry i got wet when you called me a “pretty boy” can you do it again

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consider : you put me flat on my stomach and rail the absolute fuck out of me until i can do nothing but make those little ah-ah-ah sounds and try not to completely embarrass myself on your dick .!!

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can’t stop thinking about being bent over the edge of my bed then getting mounted and pounded out hard n fast. gripping at the sheets trying to claw my way forward to put some distance between myself and the cock in my guts cuz it’s going too deep but just getting pulled back onto it by the waist, hard. having my face forced down into the mattress with one of their hands pressing down on my back and the other gripping my hip, forcing me to arch into them and take their cock as deep as it’ll go. squeaking and whimpering and digging my nails into anything i can reach as they plunge into me to the hilt as hard and fast as they can on every single thrust

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no dude you just wouldn’t get it, our autism4autism nb4nb and switch4switch sex cannot be outmatched

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hey... hey... dont cry. two puppies clipped together by a really short leash and theyre making out all sloppy style and whimpering and trying to pin each other down. ok?

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okay but WHO wants to slowly and sloppily make out with me? Hands wandering over my body not essential but encouraged.

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Teasing some dogboy top by playing with my holes in front of him. Having him leashed to something that's keeping him in place while I fuck myself stupid on some knotted toy just out of his reach.

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need to feel someone's leather-gloved hand in my cunt soon before i make it a national security issue

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I need a big strong service top to fuck me slow and whine about how close he is but I tell him he's not allowed to cum and he goes "mmmbut I'm soooooo clooosse 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺" and he's tearing up and panting and he thrusts faster but then slows down bc he remembers he can't cum yet and he tries again to convince me again w his big brown puppy eyes and I tell him no and this goes on for hours ☺️

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sub tops are everything to me. like, yeah, come fuck my hole and whine against my throat. tell me how good it is, how wet and warm i feel around you. be a good boy and fill me with your load, yeah? can you do that for me, baby? come on, give it to me <3

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Puppy training where I teach them to be a good doggie for me, to be a good pup and fuck my desperate wet hole with their throbbing puppy cock. Yanking on their leash to have them rut into me faster, kissing them, feeling their pretty barks melt into desperate moans against my lips.

Saying come on puppy~ Fuck your owner, give your sir a nice fucking load of puppies, make my tummy bulge with your cum~ as I pull yet another orgasm from their shaking body, yanking on their leash again. I won't let my lovely doggie stop breeding me until we're both a shaking overstimulated fucked out mess~

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what if i pinned you beneath me and wedged my leg between yours and forced you to hump it till you cum like a good mutt. what then

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forced submission is sooo yummy because. yeah. i love to act up. i love to puff up my chest and mock you for thinking you can go around giving orders. i love to cock my head and pick a fight, putting on my stupid little act just because i can. i love knowing that the more i push and prod, the more i brat and cause a scene, the more i argue and undermine your “authority”: the more you’ll want to strip every ounce of disobedience from me by force. what’s even better is—depending on the day, the buildup of it all, how much bite i have left in me—i might hold out long enough for whatever stupid punishment you’ve thought up to simply not work. and wouldn’t that just piss you the fuck off? it’s amazing what spite can do to the human psyche, and i am full of it. i want to watch the annoyance in your eyes turn feral, your hits to fall harder, your words to cut deeper. i want to feel the defiance drain from me bit by bit until i’m reduced to nothing but a whimpering, pitiful mess of tears and bruises and blood. i want to beg forgiveness—to mean it. i don’t want to spit out faux apologies for the sake of appeasing you; i want to plead and shake, sob out in pain while you decide my fate because i can’t help but do so. i want my submission to be something earned by pure force.

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I just love how kissing can turn someone on so easily if you do it right.

A soft nibble on their bottom lip while my knee slides between their legs, a pull on their hair scraping my nails against their scalp, a slow grind against them.

Until they are not much more than putty in my hands, perfectly malleable.

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hasty public sex where you arent trying to be an exhibitionist or anything but you just have to fuck and public areas at night are as close as you two can get to privacy. just meeting someone in the park, them pulling their pants down juuust enough and you gripping their hips tight pumping into them, nothing besides the sound of crickets and your suppressed moans

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Friend's request that managed to take me out of a heavy artblock 😁

Ehehehe...

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⌗︙・becoming svarog's human cocksleeve for "research" ♡⸝⸝

it's just for research, that's all. that's what you tell yourself when you shrug off your clothes and stand before the huge mass of metal that is svarog, you have to remind yourself that he's simply conducting these so-called calculations for research. but it's so hard, it really is, when he makes you orgasm so intensely that you end up passing out or when he fucks you in positions that make you feel just how big he is.

to say that his dick is huge is the biggest understatement of the century. you don't know where and how he got the idea to construct such a monstrous size, one that almost made you second-guess bending over to let him shove it in. every time he moves, your stomach bulges, your tiny body just barely accommodating his size and you have to cling onto something, anything, just to stabilize yourself. he doesn't feel pleasure when your tiny mouth suckles on the engorged tip nor when your plush walls swallow it up, but he seems to enjoy pummeling you in his own, strange robotic way.

his stamina is unmatched, mostly because he's a robot and robots do not have a concept of a refractory period or physical limits. he can keep going for however long he pleases, continuing to fuck you through the sensitivity of your orgasm even when you snivel and whine for him to at least wait a bit. the only things stopping him from fucking you for hours are the possibility of sweet clara accidentally upon this debauchery, and you passing out right after a mind-shattering orgasm or because you simply can't possibly go for any longer.

when svarog's hitting it from behind, he will grip your chin and force you to look up at him, to see the way pretty tears clung onto your lashes. he's stronger and bigger than you in every way possible, and you can be damn sure that he knows it. from the way the tummy bulge pops up and down bc his cock is too big for your body to his thick n heavy fingers holding you in place with ease, svarog overwhelms you entirely. when you cum, he gets to watch your eyes roll back and your tongue loll out as you choke out pathetic cries and moans.

sometimes, he just... sort of forgets that overstimulation is a thing, especially for cute little humans like you who can only take so much. svarog just keeps fucking your tight little hole, giving you no time for breaks as he continues to pummel his enormous cock into you. it's even worse when he tests out some strange toys that he managed to procure, though you don't know how and why. but that's the last thing on your mind when svarog keeps testing toy after toy on you, giving you no time to relax as he slides the next toy into your ruined hole.

just to see you squirm and cry out for mercy, or perhaps because he wants to see just how much further he can push you beyond your limits, svarog installs a vibrating function in that massive cock of his. and he got exactly what he wanted, as the vibrations only serve in pushing you over the edge countless times and have you crying out his name over and over. although.. it might have worked a bit too well as now you won't stop pestering him to fuck you constantly, whining that nobody else can satisfy you anymore. not like he can.

or perhaps that is what he wanted.

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