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your fave doesn't get a boner unless they're thinking about you 💕

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a "pretty boy" has been found sniffling and whimpering in the wilderness

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Giving head is a sensory-seeking autistics dream come true. Like, pressure on my head from my partners thighs clamping down and/or them pulling my hair??? Being able to make my partner feel good????? Stimming with taste/smell???????? Giving into my oral fixation??!?!?!?!???!? PLEASE.

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invitation.

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one thought : f/o ordering me to open my mouth whenever they want to so they can slip their cock/strap inside . . .

MINORS, PROSHIP, COMSHIP, TRANSPHOBES, HP/AOT FANS DNI.

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do you ever see someone and think oh my god i would like to be responsible for your next orgasm

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you 🫵 should overstimulate your f/o[s] until they safeword out

MINORS, PRO/COMSHIPPERS, TRANSPHOBES, HP/AOT FANS DNI.

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but father if I don’t sin then Jesus died for nothing

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Being a Catholic priest is a form of kink roleplay. I think. 

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Waking up throbbing unsure of why until you realize that they’re fingering you. Them telling you that you’re just dreaming. Telling you that they could tell you needed it so they’re taking care of it for you. You fall back asleep and wake up later and this time they’re on top of you instead, thrusting inside you. Stifling their moans so they don’t wake you. They realize you’re awake and tell you that they could tell their fingers weren’t enough and that you needed to feel full, isnt that right? You nod, burying your face back in the pillow. You fall back asleep and when you wake up, they’re gone and your cunt is leaking with cum onto the sheets.

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when you’re playing with his dick and he’s gasping and shuddering and clinging onto you and panting and going “i’m close, I’m close, I’m close-“

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yes, yes, i am a huge fan of that rhythmic “uh uh uh” grunt that boys do when you’re fucking them.

I would like to add the “nnnnghhohhhmy godddd” they bellow when you slow down for a moment and focus on one sensitive spot.

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ur fav fictional men unbuckling their belts with one hand >>>

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OKAY ONE LAST POST ABT HIM,, maybe,,,

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Hiiia! Sorry, I don’t like asking for stuff, but if you have time could you please report this looser as much as you can for stealing my writing? (Not just mine too, but so many others in the community.) Usually I wouldn’t be as pissed but I take way more time to write the imagines I post here since they’re a lot longer than my sfw ones on my other blog, and I don’t appreciate them being stolen by some dumb and unimaginative proshipper cunt that can’t come up with their own shit.

Her blogs are @/videosnyper and @/timeoflittlebells (for quick copy and pasting!)

Okay that’s all, thank you!!

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new art style!! (pls repost with credits)

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Sacrificial Lamb reader/vampire priest.

Just consider— a cute little lamb reader lying on the altar, begging not to be slaughtered, the tears their crying making the vampires heart flutter. All the cult members are confused why the ritual keeps getting pushed back- meanwhile the vampire is spoiling his little lamb rotten.

ohioohooohiohoo

His hands are gentle, stroking your cheek as you wake slowly, your eyes flutter open slowly to the morning light, and there he is, your keeper.

"Morning," you yawn sleepily,

"Good morning, little one,"

"is it a good morning? I thought my execution was scheduled for today." you huff, you should be more scared but the soft look on his face can only mean one thing. you get out of bed and change idly, not minding the priest as he watches you, he's a man of god after all, there's no way he'd be looking at you in lust.

"ah well, we thought so but some knew doctrine has come to light, now is not the time for sacrifices. we'll have to wait for next winter, at the very least," he says. You hum thoughtfully turning back to face him, his hungry red eyes fixed on your body, flicking up to meet your face as you turn around.

"Well, I'll make myself useful until winter then." When you were born, it had been prophecized that you would be sacrificed to the gods and your death would bring about a new golden age for your homeland. Then, on your eighteenth birthday, you'd been handed over to the church, to live out your final days in the temple, under the watchful gaze of the father and his dedicated cult. Your execution has been postponed four times now.

You wondered if the cultists even bothered setting up the altar this time. it was always something, the stars weren't aligned properly, the materials were all wrong, you fell ill and couldn't be slaughtered while sick, and now, Spring was a time for rebirth, you'd have to wait for winter for the ritual. which winter? who's to say? it might be another few years before he tries to start your sacrifice again.

He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. he puts his nose to your throat and kisses your skin. "You could be useful to me now," he breathes, his voice strained, tight with hunger. You had been so scared the first time you'd almost been killed, you remembered sobbing and pleading for your life, his knife poised above your throat, He told you that you could live, for now, if you served the cult and him. Of course, you agreed, that was the first time he bit you, spilling your blood on the altar in a different way.

You lean your neck to the side and sigh as you feel his fangs pierce your skin. you have to lean back against him for support as he drinks your blood and you grow weaker.

"so perfect, so delicious," he murmurs to himself as he drinks your blood, licking at your throat, catching any stray drops of blood. His hands slide down your body feeling up your hips and thighs. You can feel his hard cock pressing against your back as he slowly grinds against you. The priest is chaste, a man of god, but he's also a vampire, as he's explained he can't help but get erect when he feeds it's a natural side effect and completely nonsexual.

He pins you down on the bed and pushes your legs apart, grinding against you, fully clothed, as he bites your neck again. you feel dizzy, a mix of feelings as your blood is drained and as you buck and grind against the vampire on top of you. you try to keep quiet, but you can't help but moan as he takes full advantage of you. You feel dirty, the man who's saved your life so many times now is just trying to eat and here you are getting off, practically masturbating right in front of him with his cock.

You can feel how large his dick is as you grind together, you can't help but wonder what it would feel like if he pulled your underwear aside and fucked you properly while he drained your blood, the thought alone makes you shudder and press up against him as he continues to dry hump you. although with the sticky feeling between your legs and his wet mouth sucking on your neck, "dry" might be the wrong word.

you bite down on your own hand to muffle the sounds of your pleasure as you cum, still trying to hide your own lust, what would the priest think if he found out you were so lustful? if you were lucky he'd bend you over and spank you for being so sinful, at worst he might chain you down to the sacrificial altar and leave you there.

The priest pulls away, breathless, your blood smeared messily around his mouth "What a mess we've made," he huffs, looking down at your neck, and then his eyes drop further to the place where your bodies meet.

"I can clean it-" you offer weakly,

"no, no little thing, rest, you need to let your body heal, close your eyes, I'll take care of all this," he coos reassuringly, you nod obediently and close your eyes.

You look so venerable like this, he could do almost anything he wanted with you in this weakened state. the prophecy said it had to be a virginal sacrifice, maybe he could halt the ritual permanently if he just took what he'd wanted from the beginning.