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nomcomdom · 5 months
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nomcomdom · 6 months
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if she's your girl why is she breaking open my ribcage and devouring me like an animal?
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nomcomdom · 6 months
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i did not have “born in the wrong body” childhood transgender angst i had “blissfully unaware of the concept of gender until the world lucifer’d me and made me bite that fucking awareness apple and then suddenly everything was Wrong” angst
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nomcomdom · 6 months
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Laying in bed on a lazy Sunday morning with my cock inside you. Maybe you're awake when I put it in, maybe not.
Either way I'm not fucking you, nor letting you fuck yourself on me. Just keeping you pinned in my arms while I scroll social media. Sharing all the sexy things that've been posted overnight as you get more and more frustrated and needy.
Until you're begging with tears in your eyes for me to fuck you. But it's a lazy Sunday, so you'll just have to lay there like a good girl until I'm ready to pump you full of cum.
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nomcomdom · 6 months
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nomcomdom · 6 months
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"be good for kisses."
the creature bent in half beneath your weight trills with excitement and unhinges its maw as wide as it can. rows of long, curved, semi-translucent teeth unfurl like flower petals, giving you the perfect view down its throat as it compulsively swallows.
then two long, thin tongues slither out of the snare, shyly presenting themselves and twining together in eager anticipation.
you lean forward and take them both in your mouth, wrapping your lips softly around them and sucking slightly as you draw back. the creature shudders, squeezing tight where it's stretched around your cock.
it's still an odd sensation, rocking your hips into it, making room for yourself inside of it and claiming it. it's not warm - it makes you very conscious of your own heat, in fact, radiating off you with every heartbeat - but its heat gradually rises to meet yours the longer you tease yourself inside it. it's a sweet idea: you giving it your warmth.
you take its tongues in your mouth again, slipping your own, much shorter and thicker, in between. it whimpers at the mimicry of penetration, a high, grinding creak.
the tongues reach deeper as it whines, but you pull back just as they flick at the back of your throat.
it looks wrecked, mouth held obediently open, tongues dripping with your saliva. a weak flush is valiantly climbing its way up the creature's face, and its eyes are blown abyssal black.
"you feel cold," you tell it, exaggerating slightly. you're conscious of your panting breath, chest working like a bellows. you must be scorching by comparison. "you need a little bit?"
like a switch flipped, the stone-still creature pinned beneath you squirms and thrashes. it keeps its mouth exactly where it's told, you notice with a touch of pride, but it scrambles its heels at your back, urging you deeper as best it can with its knees hooked under your arms. a ripping, tearing sound tangles in its chest.
"like a fucking baby bird. how did you ever fend for yourself?"
it pulls, pulls with its heels, begging you deeper, closer. tipping you toward its open jaws.
"easy," you scold it. "stay."
wide eyes watch in rapt devotion as you lean down, tongue outstretched, and carefully lick the razor edge of a curved fang.
obedient and worshipful, it lays still as a gravestone. you feel your pounding heart wrack your entire body in thudding pulses, two and two.
it looks stunning like this, wound up so tight and holding itself there for you, taking exactly what you give it and nothing more. it would bite off its own tongues, you know for certain, before it would set tooth to your skin without permission. you let that thought simmer through you: that same absolute devotion in its face as its mouth fills with its own stale blood, draining out what precious little it has left. choking on it, rivulets pouring out down its jaw and neck.
your own blood pools in your mouth, hot thick and metallic.
you spit in its face.
its eyes don't leave you for even a moment. it doesn't even blink. the slimy mixture of blood and spit drips down their cheek, the bridge of their nose, slipping down toward the hollow of their eye. a faint tremor runs through it - you know from long experience how tightly restrained it's locked itself.
"go ahead."
its eyes close in rapture as it licks its own face clean, one thin tongue each across its cheek and along its tear line, smearing up the mess and drawing it back into its mouth. it arches into your hold and moans, fluttering tight around your cock.
you snap your hips to stutter that gorgeous, blissed out, creaking sound, fucking into it properly as its eyes roll.
"disgusting," you tell it, carefully planting a kiss on its cheek. "keep that up and you're going to make me come. warm you all the way through, yeah?"
it grins and bats its lashes at you, digging its heels into your back.
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nomcomdom · 6 months
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Play-fighting that turns into rough fucking
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nomcomdom · 6 months
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Pin me down, force yourself in as deep as you can go, then watch as I desperately fuck myself on your cock.
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nomcomdom · 9 months
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nomcomdom · 9 months
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HRRRGHRGR i fucking LOVE flustering my partners i LOVE seeing their face get all red and hiding in their hands or the pillows and getting keymashes and incoherent words in response, hearing them whimper in embarrassment is a PHYSICAL NEED.
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nomcomdom · 9 months
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not to be a pillow princess but I’m desperate for a dom to chase my orgasms, like, fuck me nice and slow until you find just the right spot then abuse it, the sweet gentle “cum for me baby~” and “just one more, you can do that for me can’t you?” getting praised for making such a wet mess on them gosh I’m… fine…..
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nomcomdom · 9 months
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Putting this out there, I’m very bend-me-over-the-kitchen-counter-and-breed-me-able.
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nomcomdom · 9 months
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Thinking of taking out my stress on you, but methodically, rather than forcefully. Listening to your breathing and gentle whining. Feeling your hands cling to me, desperate. Yet keeping everything slow. Steady. Focused. Grounding myself in you by finally being able to think about just one thing, just one task. Finding soft amusement as you try to go faster, to get more, because you’re still my precious, greedy little toy.
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nomcomdom · 9 months
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nomcomdom · 9 months
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something about being eye candy is so fucking hot. like being something that you show off and use around your friends and in public. just a pretty little sex toy for your collection <33
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nomcomdom · 9 months
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nomcomdom · 9 months
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