#male bottom

[julianitoss]

Me the next morning realizing 10 inches was more than enough 😮‍💨. Yo a la mañana siguiente dándote cuenta que 25 cm fueron más que suficientes 😵.

[solannn]

Have you seen black clover? If so, do you think you could write about a quiet (Bottom) reader who's secretly freaky and yami figures it out? For example, He flirts with the reader, and the reader flirts back but 10x dirtier and catches yami off guard. It's so out of left field for the reader that he's into it. If not, then thays ok don't feel pressured too. :3

🍂┆ WHO’s gonna kiss the brown

🥥┆ haired girls ? — TV GIRL

FLIRT,,

Quiet!male reader,Yami x Reader,nsfw(a bit),under 17 dni,fem aligned dni(she/her,she/they..) gender fluid accept. Reader being really flirty,ooc Yami

riding,penetration,dacryphillia(?)

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You weren’t a lousy person,you were and always quiet.

You didn’t talk much,hearing the sound of your voice was rare.

You only speak when you feel like to,well some people wondered what your voice sounded like (specially Atsa)

But it doesn’t really matter,the Black Bulls didn’t mind not hearing your sweet voice of yours.

You loved quiet,you wish you were quiet all the times

Your relationship with Yami was quite special you guys get along without talking much,but he wish he could hear your voice more.

"Is your dad a terrorist ?because your a bomb" he said bluntly. You giggled making him irking was it that bad? He wasn’t a flirty,he don’t even noticed when he flirts but when he does it proposily it was something…

"My dad a terrorist ? But-wait I’ve got one"you took a deep breath to stop yourself from laughing,Yami was extremely irritated by you,waiting for your sentence "I swear to-" you interrupted him "Are you a motorbike ? Cause I’ll riding like a crazy." You teased you took his cigarettes and blew him smoke on his face.

Yami was taken off guard,did he find out you’re were freaky as hell and you fucking blew him smokes ? Yeah."Ahhh?" He was literally so shock,oh man,you aren’t going to walk today .

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You were sitting on Yami’s lap,you felt the tips of his dick in your hole. The taller man puts his hands on your waist and pushed you down,making your lips let a moan. You put your hand on your mouth to make the nose more quiet.

"I want your sweet whine." He demanded as you removed your hand, you placed a hand on his chest, holding him down as you takes him inside. Your hips move back and forth,your rising to match his rhythm.

He founded your prostate and you thrusted faster,feelin’ your prostate getting abuse by the thrusted,tears rolled down your eyes.

"Ahh.." you moaned,you’re eyes were puffy from your tears,you rolled your eyes. "Nhh.." you cummed on Yami’s chest but he didn’t came into you.

"You’re less quiet in bed you know" he teased "s-shut up.. and fuck me already..I im tired" you groaned and as laughed at your pathetic face.

(Request open!! I don’t like it tbh 😓😓)

[glittervame]

Some puppies don't learn their lesson...

I used it...

Heavy bottom! Mattheo riddle x FEM!Reader 1.17K Words

Warnings: Smut (Wrap it before you tap it), Y/n being a jealous bitch, Fred and George being little shits

The sun cast a warm, golden glow over the common room between the four houses, as Y/n L/n, a model Ravenclaw, sat atop a tall, wooden stool with her legs neatly crossed and her chin propped up on her interlaced fingers. Her raven-black hair flowed like silk down her back, each strand perfectly placed. Her emerald green eyes scanned the room, observing every movement, every expression, every detail. She was the epitome of calm, collected, and strategic - everything her boyfriend, Mattheo, was not. He was the Slytherin boy with a carefree attitude, the one who always seemed to attract attention wherever he went, especially from girls.

It was no secret that Y/n was jealous of those girls. Her cheeks would flush, her heart would race, and her mind would race with irrational thoughts whenever she saw them flirting with him. It was then that she would lose control, and her strategic mind would give way to her jealousy. But tonight, something was different. As Y/n watched a group of giggling girls approach Mattheo, her heart didn't race quite as fast, and her grip on her wand didn't tighten quite as much. Maybe, just maybe, she was learning to trust him, to let go of her need to control every situation.

Her eyes met Mattheo's, and for a moment, they shared a glance. He smiled at her, and she couldn't help but frown, she knew that smile and knew he was up to something. The giggling girls surrounded him, each one trying to get his attention, their words a blur of flirtatious banter. Y/n's grip on her wand tightened, but only slightly. She didn't want to give them the satisfaction of thinking they were getting to her.

Mattheo, sensing her presence, glanced over at her before turning back to the girls. He leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a teasing murmur. "You know, I really love your eyes, their shining like saphiers," he purred, earning him a few more giggles. Y/n felt her cheeks flush, her anger rising. But then, Mattheo did something unexpected. He casually winked at her before turning back to the group of girls.

Y/n quickly turned on her feet, walking away from the group. He knows what he's doing and he knows how she's going to react to it, what he doesn't know is that she's going to punish him for it. As she stormed through the hallways, her eyes scanned the halls, searching for any signs of Fred and George. She knew that they would have some sort of prank ready to help her get back at the girls. Finally, she spotted them leaning against a wall, grinning ear to ear. "I need your help," she said, her voice sharp and calculated "I need a prank, something big."

Fred and George grinned even wider at Y/n's demand. "Oh, you've come to the right place," George said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "We've been working on a little something special. Something that's sure to make any girl turn blue in the face."

Y/n nodded, her emerald eyes narrowing with determination. "Let's see it," she growled.

The twins shared a knowing look before pulling out a small, innocuous-looking bottle from their robes. "This is our latest invention," Fred began, his tone proud. "It's called the 'Blue Moon Potion.'"

Y/n raised an eyebrow skeptically. "And how does it work?"

"Just like the name suggests," George explained, "when a girl drinks it, she will turn a deep shade of blue. It's completely harmless, but it's enough to make anyone look ridiculous."

Y/n grinned, her teeth white against her pale skin. "Perfect. I want you to slip it into these girls' pumpkin juice at breakfast." She paused, handing them a list of names. "But I want them to know it's from me. Make sure they know they've been warned." I hand them a sack of galleons and raise a brow, "That enough?" I ask, watching them carefully.

Fred and George took the list and the galleons, pocketing them quickly. "That should be more than enough," George assured her. "Don't worry, we'll make sure they know it's from you. Just sit back and enjoy the show."

With a nod, Y/n turned and walked away, her heart racing with anticipation. She couldn't help but smile to herself as she thought about the girls' reactions when they turned blue. It would be the ultimate prank for the month, and it would prove to Mattheo that she could trust him to keep his word.

The next morning, as the students filed into the Great Hall for breakfast, Y/n took her seat across from Mattheo. Her heart was racing, but she tried to appear calm and collected. She glanced over at the group of giggling girls from the night before, and for a moment, she wondered if they had any idea what was about to happen.

As they sat down at their table, Fred and George slipped into the seats behind them, carefully pouring a few drops of the Blue Moon Potion into their pumpkin juice. They waited until the girls had taken sips before disappearing back into the crowd.

Time seemed to slow down as Y/n watched the girls drink their juice. She couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over her as they took their first sips. Then, one by one, they began to cough and choke, their faces turning an increasingly shade of blue. The Great Hall erupted into chaos as students began to point and laugh at the poor girls.

Mattheo, sitting across from her, couldn't hide his grin. He leaned in close, his voice barely above a whisper. "You did it, didn't you?" Y/n felt a blush creeping up her neck, but she kept her expression neutral. "I had a little help," she replied, nodding discreetly in Fred and George's direction. They were now standing on their chairs, laughing hysterically as they waved to the crowd.

The girls, still coughing and turning an even deeper shade of blue, began to look around frantically for the culprit. Y/n couldn't help but feel a small thrill of victory as their accusatory glances flickered in her direction. She held their gaze defiantly, her eyes flashing with confidence.

As the breakfast period came to an end and the girls were led away, their blue faces still a testament to Y/n's ingenuity, she couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. She glanced over at Mattheo, who was still watching her with that amused grin. He gave her a wink, and for a moment, she felt a warmth spread through her chest.

Later that night Y/n had Mattheo handcuffed to her bed refusing to give him any stimulation. "You're going to stay here and service me until you've earned my trust back." She told him as he lay there bound and unable to move. "And that's going to take a very long time." She smirked as she straddled his hips and began to slowly grind against him. "I want you begging for me, Matty" She whispered in his ear, nipping at his earlobe.

Mattheo groaned, his hands flexing against the cuffs. "I'm not sure I'll ever get to that point, Y/n," he said, trying to maintain his composure. "You're so… so good." He arched his back against the mattress, feeling her warmth pressing against him.

Y/n laughed, a seductive sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Oh, you'll get there eventually," she purred, leaning down to capture his lips with her own. Her tongue danced with his, and she began to rock her hips harder against him. She could feel the tension building inside of her, and she knew he was close.

With a triumphant cry, Mattheo climaxed, his body tensing beneath hers. Y/n rode out the wave of pleasure, enjoying the feel of him inside her. Finally, she pulled away, her chest heaving. "There," she said, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of her lips. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" she grips his jaw in her hand, "Give me another one" She demanded, her voice laced with desire.

Mattheo groaned, his body still reeling from the orgasm. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with need. "You're killing me, Y/n," he murmured, squirming under her.

She leaned down, their faces inches apart, and whispered, "That's right, Matty. You're mine now." Her words sent a shiver down his spine. As he continued to catch his breath, she reached behind her and undid the clasp on her bra. His eyes widened as her breasts spilled free from their lacy confines, their nipples hard and pebbled. "You can make this easier on yourself," she purred, running her fingers teasingly through his chest hair. "You know you want to."

Her words were like a match to dry kindling, and Mattheo's desire exploded once more. He threw his head back, arching his back off the bed as he tried to reach for her, his hips bucking against the restraints. "Please, Y/n," he groaned, his voice strained. "I can't take much more of this."

She leaned down, her breath warm against his ear. "You think you can handle this?" she taunted, her hand finding its way between their bodies and teasing him expertly. Mattheo's hips bucked wildly, his body convulsing as he came for a second time, his seed spilling onto their stomachs. "There you go that's it, give me another one" she demans, her voice low and sultry.

He looked up at her, his eyes glazed over with desire, his chest heaving. "I don't know if I can," he managed to say between ragged gasps. "it hurts." She smiled wickedly, her hand moving faster, expertly bringing him closer to the edge before slowing down at an agonizing pace, "You wanted this right, you were practically begging for it," her eyes narrowed down at him, "I have nothing to apologize for do I? you're the one that's in the wrong"

The words stung, but they only made him want her more. He arched his back off the bed, his hips bucking against the restraints as he felt his control slipping away. "Please, Y/n," he whimpered, his fists clenching uselessly at his sides. "I need you."

She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "You need me?" she purred, her hand still moving between them. "You need my touch?" She increased the pressure, her fingers circling his aching tip. "Then beg."

Mattheo's world narrowed down to the sensation of her hand on his skin, the heat of her body against his. His throat tightened as he fought for air, let alone words. "Please," he managed to choke out. "Please, Y/n."

She leaned forward, her breath hot against his neck. "Please what, Matty?" Her hand moved faster, her fingers finding purchase inside him. "Please give me what I want?"

With a hoarse cry, he came for a third time, his body convulsing in her grip. "Please, Y/n," he gasped, his eyes squeezed shut. "Please make it stop." He was so close now, so close to surrendering to her, to giving her what she wanted.

Mattheo looked up at her, his vision still blurred from the pleasure and pain. He tried to form words, to respond to her taunts, but all that came out was a low, raspy moan. His body felt spent, his limbs heavy and numb. As she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his neck, he could feel the weight of her words, the truth behind her words.

"Poor Matty, trying to act smart and play with other girls when you're just a dumb pretty boy," She wraps a hand around his throat, "You're just supposed to sit and look pretty for me until I need you to be drooling under me." Her words were like a knife to the heart, digging deeper into his soul. "You know you belong to me, don't you?" She hisses, her grip tightening around his throat.

Her breath was hot against his ear as she whispered, "You're just my little plaything." The words were like a cold, hard slap across his face. He felt his body trembling under her touch, a mixture of fear, shame, and desire coursing through him. "And you'll always be mine." Her fingers danced across his skin, teasing and taunting him. "You can't deny that, can you?"

He couldn't speak, couldn't move. All he could do was nod, feeling the weight of her words crushing him. "Good boy," she purred, leaning in closer. "Now, don't you want to please me? Don't you want to show me how much you need me?" Her hand moved lower, her fingers slipping between his legs. "Come on, Matty, show me how much you want this."

As she continued to torment him with her touch, he felt a stirring within him, a desperate need to please her. He arched his back off the bed, his hips bucking against the restraints as he tried to reach for her, to feel her skin against his. "Please, Y/n," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "Please, I need you, need it so bad"

She smiled down at him, her eyes glittering with amusement and satisfaction. "Oh, you need me? you need me now? What about those other girls, I could go get one of them for you" I say halting all of my movements. "Go on, I'll wait" I smirk as I lean back on my haunches, my hands now resting casually on my lap.

Mattheo's body tenses at my words, his chest heaving as he struggles for air. "Please, Y/n," he whimpers. "Don't leave me like this." His hips buck again, his movements becoming more desperate.

I watch him for a moment longer, enjoying the power I have over him, before leaning forward and running my tongue along his earlobe. "I could let you come again, if you beg nice enough," I whisper, my breath hot against his skin.

His body shudders at my words, his fingers curling into fists in the restraints. "Please, Y/n," he pleads, his voice thick with desire. "Please let me cum." His hips buck harder against the bed, his cock aching for release.

I smile down at him, pleased with his submission. "Oh, you're such a good boy," I murmur, my hand moving faster between his legs. "You're always so eager to please me." I slide my middle finger inside him, feeling him tremble at the invasion of heat and wetness. His muscles clench around my finger, and I can feel the tension building in his body.

With a final thrust, I curl my finger, finding his prostate and massaging it with just the right amount of pressure. His body goes rigid, his back arching off the bed as he comes for a fourth time, his cries muffled by the pillow. As he gasps for air, I lean in and kiss him gently on the lips. "There," I whisper, my breath warm against his skin. "That's a good boy, isn't this meant to be, you crying and squirming under me"

I slide my finger free from him, watching as he continues to pant, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Now, are you ready to do what I say?" I ask, my voice soft but firm. He nods, his eyes still closed, his body still trembling from the release. "Good, I don't want this happening again"

But alas, some puppies don't learn their lesson the first time so you have to teach them how to behave by punishing them again.

[b00tyliciousbabe]

hey i don’t know if you’re taking requests but if so can you write a bottom male reader x himbo Jordan Riki where they’re fucking at home after the game and Jordan is horny as fuck and wants to celebrate the win?

thank you so much :)

THIS EATS SO HARD! omds i love this. and of course, imma try my best to write. ENJOY!

update: my apologies to whoever sent me this request, life’s just been lifin’ - STREAM SUBMISSIVE BY DESTIN CONRAD!

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trophy

jordan riki x male reader

summary: for jord’ you’re the only prize worth playing for.

notes: AHHH! my first request. lowkey kinda exciting, but i went way off on a tangent. nonetheless…still spicy xx

song rec: ‘lite’ by downtown kayoto

a few minutes passed as you admiringly watched him pop champagne for the celebratory pictures. ‘Y/N!’ a young woman screamed. you turned back to see it was sienna, who was going out, with jordan’s best friend, jock. ‘omds! i ain’t seen you in forever, how’ve you been?’ hugging her, you match the excitable energy her smile expressed. it was so nice having someone who understood the pressure of being with a sportsman and how demanding it was. the championship was being held in scotland and thus, the NRL had paid for the entire team to stay in the most beautiful hotel. on the walk back, you and sienna spoke about your plans for the future, mostly on the topic of marriage. ‘i hear congratulations are in order, i am so happy for you and jock!’ you smile at her ‘took him long enough,’ sienna joked as she flashed the engagement ring. ‘i cannot wait, plus as my man of honour, we need to start prepping real soon.’ she says going into bridezilla mode already. ‘trust it’s gonna be the best day ever.’ you sigh stopping in your tracks, ‘what’s wrong, Y/N?’ sienna expresses concern. ‘I’ve just been thinking a lot about how my relationship with jordan,’ you start to tear. ‘sometimes i feel like he will only ever see me as his teenage crush, and not something more.’ you finally admitted and it was like a weight off of your chest. ‘Y/N, i completely understand, but jordan is obsessed with you, he’s always telling me and jock about how he’s just waiting for the right time to pop the question.’ her words were so comforting, and left you with a calming sentiment.

you made your way up to the hotel room, and as you opened the door, you were greeted with roses on the floor. you looked up to see the chiselled figure of your man lying naked on the bed and shimmering in the moonlight. ‘jordan, what is all this?’ you asked, stunned by his grand gesture. ‘i couldn’t celebrate knowing that i left my boy on his own’ he got up and began to undress you. towering above you, he lifted your chin to place a sloppy kiss on your lips. you’d never seen him like this before, dominant with his touch and so submissive with his heart. you pulled off your baggy jeans with one swift move, as you knelt down wearing a vest and boxers.

‘such an eager slut aren’t you,’ he spits into your mouth as you look up at him with bright eyes. ‘careful now,’ you whispered, teasing the underside of his cock with the tip of your tongue ‘i don’t have to suck you off.’ to which jordan snickered at your attempt to manipulate. without warning he shoved his dick inside your mouth. ‘ahhh,’ he breathed ‘much better.’ your lips felt so warm around him and he always appreciated how you were always there to use as his own. he began thrusting deeply, as the percussion of his balls slapping your chin made a beautiful symphony of pleasure alongside your gagging and slobbering on his rod. ‘fuck you look so pretty.’ He groaned ‘I could marry you rn.’ a request he subconsciously muttered under his breath. this sentiment was not lost on you and you stopped to deepthroat him fully, suctioning at the this base of his large dick. ‘SHIIIIIIIIIIIT.’ he grunted, holding your curls in adoration. jordan pulled you off him as you giggled with pride watching how he was entranced by the slick you painted on his pole.

you rise onto your feet, staring up into his eyes. wrapping your arms around his broad neck as he placed light spanks on your ass, kneading your dough with his big, coarse hands. jordan invaded your mouth, using his tongue to fast himself on your lips. his fingers spread your thick cheeks apart as he circled around your taint. ‘jump baby.’ he said deeply as his passion overcame him. you obliged as he placed you lovingly on your back, the bed of rose petals adorned your skin, making this erotic painting all the more romantic. your bf climbed onto you and raised your legs above your head. like a jigsaw, you molded them to fit onto his shoulders, with jordan’s piece knocking at your entrance. your pussy lips puckered at the prospect of getting wrecked, making it easy for him to slip in. ‘jord…’ you moan at how full you felt, signalling to him that he needed to go slowly. ‘easy baby, let me know if it’s too much.’ he reassures, adjusting himself inside you slipping in the last couple of inches. ‘I’m all in now love, I’m gonna go faster okay?’ He kisses your neck as you stroke his biceps.

he bowed his head into the crook of your neck, rutting into you viciously as you cradled his head. ‘fuck babe, fuuuck.’ you both scream ‘marry me…’ he mutters again, you clearly heard it this time. he continues pounding your pussy as his breathing gets deeper. ‘marry me already…’ slipped out as he moaned in ecstasy. ‘fuck yes, I’ll marry you babe,’ you matched his energy as he stopped in his tracks. he stared at you like a lost puppy. ‘shitttt, it wasn’t meant to be like this, i had a whole thing planned afterwards, we were gonna go on a walk, i was gonna go down on one knee and-‘ you cut your man off with a kiss that reminded you of the early days of your relationship. ‘I love you jordan, it doesn’t matter where we are or what we are doing, but i will never stop loving you.’ he started tearing up. ‘Y/N how am i the one crying when it’s you that ain’t gonna be walking for the next week?’ he joked to lighten up the mood. ‘aw babe,’ you whined, kissing him once more ‘if it makes you feel better, i can erase what you said from my memory?’ he smiled into yet another tongue dance ‘nah, don’t even worry about it sweetheart, imma fuck u so dumb you don’t even be able to remember your name.’ he threatened, pressing on your abdomen to feel how deep he was inside of you. his dick twitched as your slick hole was doing so well cockwarming him.

by the end of the night, he had dumped his load into 4 times, and while you laid on his chest, he couldn’t stop thinking about his win. not just the game or player of the season, but how he had won your heart. so while you were asleep , somehow so tired to the point you’d completely forgotten his proposal, he looked up at the ceiling and dreamt about your wedding.

@gayaristocrat dacre is up next ml <3 what typa scenario are we thinking?

[thatonedumb-s-u-b]

Call me your highness while you fuck me. Call me your future king while you’re on your knees preparing me while I sit on the large throne that’ll some day be mine. Sink your fingers into me and ask if next time you should borrow my rings for this. Teasingly call me your little prince while you fold me in half on the thrown, ankles pushed above my head while you find the perfect angle to make me cry and scream. Fill me with everything you have to give and think about how your ruining me for betrothal. How I’ll never find a royal who can possibly match you. Look at the mess you left behind in me when we’re done, and question if pants are really still fitting for me to wear now since they’ll only get stained and ruined over and over again like the pairs before.

[joelinblue]

Focus your energies on people who bring you love, peace, and positivity. And make sure you bring those things to yourself

[joselito28-1]

Olissot Studio

[crazy-foxx]

[nyxiswrites1200]

𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 ♡ 𝘿𝙖𝙮 12 ♡ 𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

Asher Talbot x gn!reader

Redactedverse

AO3 Link

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Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI, Sexual activities, Overstimulation, reader is baaabe, bottom male, dom reader, whimpers, teasing

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“Oh god, babe-” Asher moaned as his head tilted back into the headboard of the bed. His eyes glanced back down at their hand firmly wrapped around his cock. He had just came seconds before this from his lover’s mouth wrapped around him. Now, their hand worked him to another overstimulating release. He wasn’t complaining by any means however as a whimper slipped from him, his hips rutting into your hand for more friction. 

“Fuck babe…” he whined as watched your hand continue to push him closer to another release. “You’re being such a good boy, Ash” they praised him in that sweet tone that made his cock twitch in their hand. “Oh- yes, yes babe, I’m your good boy” his response came out like a desperate whine as their thumb brushed over the sensitive tip of his cock. Asher moaned as his head tilted back again. 

“I haven’t even been inside of you yet, babe- fuck...and you’ve already got me two rounds in” He let out a breathless laugh. Asher smirked a little at the embarrassed look on his lover’s face that was prompted by his comment. 

They pressed their thumb into the tip of his length. Asher whined as he bit his bottom lip “Shit babe, not right there you’re gonna make me-” he was cut off as their other hand began to fondle his balls. Asher arched into their hand as he let out a whiny moan, pre-cum leaking from his cock. “I’m so close, baby, please-” he whined followed by a breathless moan. 

Asher then let out a grunt of disapproval as their hand stopped working him to his release. 

“Baaabe no- why’d you stop?” he whined as he met their gaze. “I want you to finish inside of me” they said in response and Ash quickly stopped complaining as he let out a little laugh, 

“Mm…oh yeah, babe? That what you want?” he teases as he grabs their waist and pulls them in close “I hope you’re ready babe because I’m getting you back for this teasing” he chuckled as he kissed their cheek, lining his erect and leaking cock up with their hole.

[yandereloveraw]

Do not be fooled by Xanny's violently protective and sadistic tendencies. This man is a complete bottom that will crumble under your mere touch. If caught by you, he will not put up a fight. He'll be begging to please you instead. I highly recommend tying him up to your bed and using whatever toys you have available on him. You could also leave and return to him still being a writhing, pleading mess, which is a very nice sight.

[julianitoss]

Time to put my lotion to good use. Tiempo para darle buen uso a mi loción. 🧴✊🏻💦

[inuurshe]

Aggressively riding him until he's nothing but a dump human dildo.

You wanna cum? Don't you fucking dare until I say so.

Stay scared and horny while I choke you, pressing with my whole weight on your pretty neck. Say thank you while I slap your face and laugh at you.

And then cum, cum your brains out pretty boy. I'm gonna make you mine.

[koreanboytoy]

[b00tyliciousbabe]

feral.

[thatonedumb-s-u-b]

I just want someones fingers in me is that so hard to ask?

To want someone to lay behind me while I’m watching tv and feel their fingers slip in between my thighs? To be sitting in the passenger seat while the driver reaches down and palms my crotch through my pants?

I promise I’ll be a good boy if someones willing to watch me squirm and writhe and get off on nothing but their fingers toying with me

[joelinblue]

People come and go. In the end you will always have yourself.