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Grabbing a fist full of hair and growling “let’s satisfy that oral fixation” while unbuckling my belt.

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STOP! before you decide you are irretrievably doomed, try one of the following options:

transition

bdsm

iron supplements

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today’s acquisition: Donkey Kong Gay Sex Card

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the concept of being "broken in" is so hot like you're gonna fuck me or hurt me so aggressively and with such little concern for my body that you permanently make me more compliant and submissive?

yes fucking please

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Hooked up with a British guy once and he said "awh that's propah" while I ate his ass

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Alan Parker, Joe Leitel and Bruce Reed Ben-Hurry (1959) dir. Richard Fontaine

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Hey uhh was it u that posted a few tied up ref pics a little bit ago? I wanted to use it as a ref but it's all cool if u deleted it I just wasnt sure

i did not post any pics myself, idk if i reblogged something you're thinking of. unless you mean the one of my partner in a straight jacket, bc that's the only bondage photo i've posted i'm p sure.

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*clank*

Beasts of Ash: *aggressive angry and curse-stricken knights*

Reginald: perfect.

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Butch boys

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i've had this dumb idea for like a month, there it is

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Their chest against your back, their favorite blade against your throat. It eases up for just a moment, replaced by their free hand, and the blade traces up past their hand, your chin, to press against your lips.

“Open.”

You whimper, your eyes widening before squeezing tight.

“Open, Kitten. I’m not asking.”

The tip bites into your lip, and you open to keep it from drawing blood, taking it on your tongue like a dangerous communion. They slide the blade in, the flat of the knife cool against your tongue, and you almost choke on it when they press their lips to the side of your neck.

“Suck.”

The sound you make is pathetic, and they chuckle breathily against your skin.

“Suck it like you want to suck my cock.”

You want them so bad, just the thought has you whining for it. You run your tongue along it, sucking softly, feeling the blade press warningly against the edges of your lips.

They start to move it in and out, gently.

“Careful baby, it’s sharp, remember? Don’t want to cut your pretty little mouth now, do we?”

Before you know it, you’re sucking it urgently, obscenely fucking your mouth. They start to pull out the blade a little further and you chase it without thinking, a needy sound in your throat.

“You want it so bad, don’t you?”

You can’t deny it, and they wouldn’t let you anyways.

“I’ll tell you what,”

They pull the blade all the way out, and you feel bereft. You let them know with a disappointed whine, and they shush you gently. They wipe the blade on your lips, on your cheek, and it’s humiliating how wet it is. They flip the blade in their hand, and you don’t have to look at them to know they smile when you flinch. They gently take the blade in hand, pinching the metal and pressing the thick end of the handle against your lips.

“If you can reach the blade, you can suck my cock.”

You whimper pathetically, they know you want it so bad, but the only thing they want more than giving what you want is keeping you from getting what you want.

“Open up.”

You do, licking the handle to wet it before you take it. They press it in too fast, too deep, making you choke and shushing your gags and whimpers. Then they pull it back out, holding the end of the handle against your lips again so once you catch your breath you have to lean forwards to take it in your mouth.

Even with their hand still on your throat, restricting how much you can lean forwards to take it, you lave your tongue along the underside, pushing against the hand on your throat. You can’t breathe by the time you’ve taken all of it, but you close your mouth around it with a soft choke. Your throat strains and you tremble, surging forwards determinedly to reach the metal. You cut the corners of your lips against the blade you’ve finally reached.

They chide you, pulling it away gently, letting you pant for a moment before you’re turned and they kiss you, tongue pressing softly to the corners of your mouth to catch the blood there.

“Clumsy thing, you have to be careful.”

“Please-“ you gasp, when did your mouth get so dry?

“Alright angel, you earned it. On your knees.”

You scramble down by their feet, nuzzling against their groin, your hands fumbling with their belt.

“Easy! Easy. Patience.” They chide, and you huff impatiently but slow down enough to properly undress them.

When you suck them off, you leave wet little trails of blood and saliva on their cock every time you pull back, but they don’t seem to mind.

Your tears mingle with the blood you drool down your chin and they stop you, pulling you up to kiss you and taste that pain for themselves.

“Beautiful.”

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meal prep

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all loads technically "refused" but we bound its wrists and ankles pretty good so, like, it's not exactly actionable

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“ perverts “ — filet crochet by me

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one of the hottest things someone can be is a handsy and compulsive sadist

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