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#i belong to him
lilwifeynextdoor · 4 months
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One of my favorite little things my husband Grant does is always rub my belly or rest his hand on my belly when he sits next to me. It's so comforting. He's so protective.
It's also possessive, I love how it subtly reminds me and shows others that he completely owns me
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yourofficialdarlingx · 9 months
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i want you to control my every move, my every thought and all my behaviors.
but make it subtle, let me think i have some control, when in reality it’s all you.
because i’m all yours.
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toesiesnrosies · 16 days
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If I were yours, would you ask me to spread my legs for you? Tell me everything you want me to do for you here...
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lightpost · 2 months
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hcneyflower · 2 years
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When you kiss me, heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see la vie en rose. ♡
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airforcedugongsempty · 5 months
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I have had wayyy to much fun the past few days. I was able to see my boyfriend for the first time in a little bit on Friday. I can't even exactly recount everything because I was just stuck in a blur of joy. I love everything about him, and I cant get the memory of him standing over me with his hand on my chin out of my head.
I become so powerless whenever I feel his presence as strong over me. I never get to let down walls around myself other than when I know he's there to make sure nothing goes wrong. I'm completely his for whatever he wants. I fall apart into a million little pieces, like a doll, so he can put me together in whatever fashion that he thinks will make me happy. I can't identify a better feeling that makes me descend into unhuman territory. I want to be soft and maliable to listen for whatever rules or commands he gives me. I want to be touched in all the ways he knows make me want to pull myself into him and give him the biggest hugs ever. My little mind is crazy in every way for him. His smell and his voice send me over rainbows. My brain turns into a scrambled bundle of radio waves that anticipate his organization of them. Tell me when to kiss you, tell me when to bit eyou, tell me what to think and what to do. I can't trust anyone else because I know they'll ruin me. No one has so much power over me other than him. No one ever will, no matter what. I know he can control all I do because he'll never make me do what I can't. My master will never force me. I love him.
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xserenesirenx · 7 months
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Do you know how badly I crave you? I’ve never tasted you, yet my tongue knows you’d taste of Fall. I’ve never felt your hands but I can feel the ghost of them running over my body whispering promises yet to be fulfilled. Your voice is music, devastating beautiful the kind that pulls emotions you’ve buried and brings them to the surface. Into the sun. I crave you everyday yet I’ve never met you.
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snowstorm14 · 2 years
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WE ARE A BRAINWASHED
✨📺🌀GENERATION🌀📺✨
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godd3ssastrid · 1 year
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ahhh I need help 😩 I'm out of my own control 😶 he's so, so hot, perfect, beautiful, the 8th wonder of the world and etc , it took 9 goddesses to make this sexy asshole and ... enough ! I'm exposing myself too much this week ✨ah you know what? fu*k off! i love this cursed called heimdall ❤️‍🔥🤤 and of course i love myself too much ✨😌💖
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angelincage · 2 years
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- halo?
- csak gondoltam felhívlak, mert elég keveset beszéltünk ma
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mayaboushka · 3 months
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...and then I realized, I belong <3
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toesiesnrosies · 16 days
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Will you let me make you feel good? I would make that my life's purpose... 🫦🫦 Spend some time with me here and tell me how I can make you happy...
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lightpost · 5 days
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I miss you! I miss you more than you will ever know. I need your voice. I need to be surrounded my your voice by the vibration of your sound I need to hear the way you speak I need to feel your voice I miss you so much. You gave me an out of body moment by the sound of your voice I was no longer on fitness floor folding towels when you spoke to me I was floating with the universe I was seeing the planets and the stars I was feeling God and being one with all that is because of your voice. The way your voice hit my heart and touched my soul no other can do what you do, you brought me back from the darkness and gave me a whole new universe made of so many colors and my life changed from the inside out and went upside down the second you walked out of my life I was frozen unable to run after and now I regret not forcing myself to move to run after towards you just to get your name to hear your voice one last time I will forever be wanting you I will always be yours no matter what. I do belong to you.
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sanatomis · 8 months
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currently thinking about. . .
satoru who goes absolutely crazy each time you put it back in after it slips out.
cw. female!reader, vaginal sex, tit-sucking, implied creampie, slight dom/sub dynamics (dom!satoru, sub!reader).
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the first time it happens is on accident. 
he’s too caught up in the way the fat of your ass jiggles with each deep thrust, too mesmerised in the feel of your soft skin between his fingertips as he gives one of your cheeks a firm squeeze. satoru’s lust-riddled brain simply didn’t take note of the way his hips started to move a little too fast, a little too quick. 
all he’s able to focus on as he takes you from behind is you, you, you—and certainly not the way his heavy cock suddenly slips out of your slippery cunt. a few drops of pre-cum dribble down the base as he involuntarily pulls out, some of it staining the back of your thighs. there’s not a lot of time to process the fact, as he’s back inside your dripping pussy almost instantly. 
your greedy hands reach for him immediately, securely wrapping around his base and slamming your hips back against his once he’s lined up again. there’s not even a chance for him to miss the warmth of your sweet pussy.
you wouldn’t even let him. 
satoru is pretty sure he’s going to cum on the spot at the realisation, and has to really, really fight himself not to finish prematurely. a deep groan rumbles from his chest, eyes almost rolling to the back of his head, as he thinks about how quick, how disguistingly eager you were as you scrambled to put him back inside. 
as if that slutty hole of yours can’t even go a second without being filled by him. 
a string of curse words tumble past his lips, and he fucks you a little harder than usual that night. 
since then, satoru’s been subtly letting himself slip out of your cunt each time the two of you have sex. the physical aspect of it isn’t hard; you’re always so incredibly wet, he’s out in a second. mentally, he’s at war with himself—though, seeing you whine and whimper as you hastily reach for his cock again makes those few agonising seconds without your warmth all worth it. 
something about the gesture makes you look desperate, impatient, and it’s all for him. and fuck, did it turn him on. 
there’s one time where he briefly suspects you’re onto him and his antics, as you insist on riding him. on being in control. it’s not something you do often, though usually he fucking loves it when you do (he still does, admittedly)—but with you on top and holding the reigns, it removes his opportunity to see you scramble to put his fat cock back inside. 
but, he’s nothing if not an optimist, so, of course, he’ll make the best of the situation. 
with the way they bounce so prettily in front of him as you rock your hips back and forth, he’s almost incapable of not sucking on them. and so, he decides to stifle his previous complaints by taking a mouthful of your tits. there’s always next time, and as he sucks on your breasts and feels you move up-and-down, he completely forgets about his former plans. 
riding him was simply one of your whims, it turns out, and the next time the two of you have sex he’s back in his usual spot. and the time after that, and after that, and after that—and as long as he’s there, he’ll keep making you desperetaly stuff his cock back inside. 
satoru’s breathing heavily now, the mere thought of it (combined with your walls griping around him like a vice) almost enough to make him dizzy. with your legs over his shoulders and thighs pressed up against your chest, cheeks stained with dried tears and soft, high-pitched moans and hiccups leaving your lips—he can’t help but feel the familiar itch to ruin your fun.
even if it’s just for a little bit.
he does so at once. the mixed release of both you and him from previous rounds leak out of you as he does so, and your pussy twitches around absolutely nothing. 
immediately, you frown. it’s small, cute, almost, and then your hands search for his cock again. though, this time, the position he (very purposefully) put you in makes it difficult—satoru fights off a grin as you scrunch your nose in dissatisfaction. 
“. . .’toru,” you mumble, and attempt to grab him again. your voice is hoarse, broken from the sweet noises you’ve made for him so far. “wh—what’re you doing?”
“hm?” he hums. 
a little smile settles on his lips as he prods your entrance with his tip, smearing the cum—most of it his—along your puffy folds. he toys with your pussy, the squelching sounds as he moves his cock near your cunt (but never quite in it) feeling like absolute music to his ears.
he hears you sniff. “. . .’toru,” you mumble, voice a soft whine. you try moving closer to him, to push yourself down on him, but he simply pushes your thighs harder against your chest. “please, j—just. . .”
satoru fakes a dramatic sigh. “you’re so spoiled,” he comments, and relishes in the way your eyes roll back as he slides back in all at once. “so, incredibly spoiled.” he tuts, starting his thrusts again. he brings his face closer to yours, as if it’d make him hear all your pitiful sounds better. “can’t even go a second without my cock, can you? ‘t slips out for a second, and my pretty girl’s already whining.” 
he doesn’t get a proper response out of you, but that’s okay. he doesn’t need to. there’s no sweeter sound than your fucked-out babbles, anyway.
and they often sound even sweeter after he temporarily deprives you of his cock. 
satoru smirks as he looks down at you.
no, he’s definitely not stopping this any time soon. 
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jjk1lunna · 2 years
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