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meiladys-world · 2 days
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Numbing cream would turn any boy into an effective dildo. That way they can't get any pleasure at all.
But I like it when they struggle, long deep breaths as I start using their dick, biting their lip knowing they still aren't allowed to cum but I just feel so so good they're losing their mind. When they start losing their mind unable to focus to what's happening and all of their sensation is just on their dick. I go fast, they go crazy. I go slow, they start to beg me.
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ownedbyabassist · 1 year
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He's cute but he'd be cuter with my fingers in his mouth
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poltergirlst · 4 months
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come sit on my leg and start humping until my favorite pair of pants are ruined for the day.
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just want him laying on my bed, utterly fucked out, unable to speak or think, because of what I did to him.
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peacentheviolence · 8 months
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Words cannot express how adorable men look with rope tied around their slutty waists or, wrists, or thighs.
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vitamin-cunt · 9 months
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Just wanna be to one to ruin Tanjiro.
"You've never cum inside anyone?"
"I wanna show you what real pleasure is."
Watch him cum in pants when you palm his bulge for the first time. Hear his shaky gasps when you play with his nipples through his shirt-
"I'm just teasing~"
Lazily suck him off, watch him squirm and moan brokenly, unsure of what to do with himself.
Lifting his hips off whatever chair you'd pushed him into, hunched over and gripping the arm rests until red marks leave themselves on his palms.
Watch him panic when he realizes he's gonna cum in your mouth, and watch him hesitate in telling you to stop because that would mean stopping the pleasure.
Watch that cute little face scrunch up when he finally does cum inside your mouth, huffing and mewling from the lewdness of it-
"I-I didn't mean to I swear!"
Thinking about ruining Tanjiro and seeing him come back for more.
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dekuskeeper · 8 months
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I just wanna fuck a dumb, cute boy.
Don't get me wrong, they're smarter than they let on, but so, so desperate for a girlfriend :(
I just wanna pursue them and see their absolute shock that someone actually wants them! I wanna see the little charade they do, trying not to scare you away with their weirdo tendencies and clinginess.
God forbid you see their browser histories!
-How to give head -How to last long on your first time -Penis enlargement pills -How to not act like you like it so much -How to delete browser history
What would be worse was you finding out the filthy little things they were into.
I just want to laugh at them, tease them a bit-
"You like this shit don't you, werido~"
I need to suck them off, just once. See them panic because their internet searching did nothing to prepare them for how fucking good it feels when your mouth is around them. See their legs jerk and hitch and hear their startled gasps-
They'll cum immediately.
Ride them while they recover, see them savor how warm and wet and tight your insides are-
"It's better than the fleshlight, right?"
See how quickly they'll go stupid, how their words die in their throats and come out as senseless moaning rambles.
They'll cum inside, they couldn't warn you, how could they?
They'll smile as they come down from their high, astonished anyone like you would show them such pleasure.
And they'll come back, each and every time, eager as ever~
Format inspired by @mysicklove (obviously)
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luvsubmen · 3 months
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I just want to make a sub boy cry as I overstimulate him, riding his cock and praising him.
“You’re doing so well babydoll.”
“Good boy.”
“You take me so well darling.”
“You’re so pretty underneath me.”
“Right there babyboy.”
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arinn-sinncubus · 5 months
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Sneak preview: thigh highs and leather harnesses are such a cute look, don't you agree?😉😈🍑
#Mistressandslave #Dommelife
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prettyboyedgetoy · 5 months
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i need so badly to be naked and on my knees with my tongue out begging mommy to shove her fingers into my mouth
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ownedbyabassist · 5 months
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There's nothing hotter than a man stoned out of his fucking mind..
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poltergirlst · 6 months
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our fucking sessions should always be in front of a mirror for you to see how pretty you look when i shuffle the thoughts inside your brain.
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peacentheviolence · 8 months
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I want to paint his nails while he has a vibrator in his ass reminding him that if he shakes or moves it will mess up his pretty nails.
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vitamin-cunt · 1 year
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“Mr. Perfect”| Pervert! Iida Tenya x Reader
A/N: GN! Reader, loss of virginity, Dom! Reader, Sub! Tenya, anal fingering, (Tenya's a prick, lets be honest), hope this isn't too niche bc I wanna write a pt 2
(Well, turns out it wasn’t too niche, so here’s a link to pt. 2)
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You’d failed your test yet again. That brought your grade down by a few percentages. Still, a bad score on a test was the least of your worries. What really concerned you was-
“These grades are horrible, and not at all reflective of the values held by the Iida family!”
-Iida fucking Tenya.
You had no idea where this strange idea that you were apart of his family had appeared from. Sure, the two of you had grown up in the same house, but you weren’t even treated equally. He was the son of a well-established family tree and you were the child of his maid.
“Good thing I’ll be out of your hair in a few months, then,” you say, snatching your paper and bad score from his grip. Away from that school, this house, and him.
You couldn’t stand him. His perfect grades, his perfect manners, his perfect looks-
Fuck, it pissed you off to even look at him.
“Just because you’re in your last year, doesn’t mean you get to slack off!” Tenya says, grabbing the paper back. “This is the third test in a row that you’ve failed! Don’t you want to pass?”
You resign yourself to his bed, not even bothering to take your paper back.
“You piss me off, you know that?” You tell him bluntly, flopping backward on his bed.
“Don’t use such indecent language! Especially not in this sacred house!”
“Okay, President Prude.”
His face soured at that. Over the years, it had proven to be your favorite, and consequently, his least liked, nickname.
Though it seemed he didn’t mind Mr. Perfect.
It seemed he an an inflated sense of ego, or at the very least a ridiculous amount of family pride. He also felt he could scold you since he always had perfect scores, always had perfect manners, and always looked perfect.
Always.
Even now, in his loose dress shirt, black jeans, and swept back hair, he looked like…you didn’t know, a model or some shit.
He was better than you.
And it seemed the both of you knew it.
“I ask you get off my bed, unless you plan on studying with me,” he says, approaching his bed.
Even the way he walked was perfect. Graceful, an air of superiority that followed him around like some dark cloud.
“We both know you don’t study for 5 hours straight,” you scoff, turning your head toward his nightstand and fiddling with all of the drawers. “You know what, I actually do wonder what you’re doing during all that time.” You pull at a particular drawer which was locked for some reason.
You actually hear him laugh, almost belittling you.
“I’m not surprised that you can’t imagine someone being responsible,” he says. "It's disappointing that even with someone like me as a role model, you can't seem to grasp the concept of responsibility."
"What's in here?" You ask, ignoring his comment. The lock seemed loose.
What would the Perfect Tenya Iida have to hide?
"The contents of my drawer are none of your-"
"What, are there dildos in there?"
He paused, seemingly shocked at the insinuation. His face...it had turned the slightest shade of pink. He was caught off guard, shocked and-
For the first time, he had lost his composure.
You kind of liked seeing him like that.
"I-I...no there aren't any...indecent items...in that drawer."
You raise a brow, a small smirk playing at your lips. "How did you know dildos are indecent?"
"W-well-"
"Tenya, how do you know what a dildo is?"
After a few moments of Iida stuttering incoherently, the lock finally gave way, revealing the contents of the drawer to be-
SLAM!
Tenya had taken to leaping at his nightstand and slamming the drawer shut.
He was hunched over, face, ears, and neck ablaze, his eyes frantically searching your face.
"W-woah, Tenya, I was just-"
"Get out."
You pause for a moment, unused to seeing him this- this angry? Scared??
You get up quickly, leaving the room silently despite your mind racing. His face, the reactions, that drawer???
Perhaps the perfect president had dirty desires…
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You came back because, admittedly, you were fucking curious as to what was in that drawer.
What could make the composed, cool Tenya react like that?
You found yourself outside his door, contemplating whether or not to knock.
You were at a loss.
You thought back to the fact that he'd kept his door locked since your interaction, meaning your mom, who usually made cleaning rounds around that time, wouldn't have been able to clean his room.
You stood up straight, knocked at his door, and tried your best to sound like your mom. "M-master Tenya?" You called out, timidly. "I'm here...t-to, uh..." You lose your train of thought as another sound began to permeate your ears.
Why...why did you hear buzzing?
"I ask that you leave me be as of right now, Y/N."
Well, fuck.
You take another breath and try again; that odd buzzing noise having to be pushed to the back of your mind.
"Well, you got me," you say, leaning closer to the door. "I'm not actually here to clean your room. I'm, uh...here to fix your lock! The one on your drawer."
"Y/N, I'm going to ask one last time that you leave. I know following directions is hard for someone as incompetent as you, but you'll have to manage."
Now, you were pissed.
"You know what, Tenya?" You begin, practically leaning against the door. "Fine. I'm stupid, incompetent, and unmotivated. You're better than me, smarter than me, hotter than me, and you're from the perfect family. I'm nothing but your fucking maid, alright? But you know what? How about you say that shit to my face instead of-"
"Leave."
The door swung open, revealing a very sweaty, very red Tenya. You weren't sure if he was red from anger, or something else.
Something that was too good to be true.
He glared down at you, panting ever so slightly.
It was just now that you noticed his muscular build. Muscles that were well defined and visible through his shirt, a chisled jaw line that was as straight and defined as him, peircing eyes that made one thing clear.
He was not in the mood to banter.
He was domineering but-
-vibrating. The sound wasn't buzzing, it was vibrating.
You look past him and into his room where you could barely see the flash of something red, bumpy, and big. He steps in your way, attempting to block your view.
But he was too fucking late.
You grin, genuinely overjoyed by the revelation. “I fucking knew it,” you begin, taking a step closer to him.
His face grows pale when he realizes just what is was that you had discovered.
“I fucking knew it!” You jab your finger into his chest, taking him by surprise and causing him to stumble.
Grave mistake.
You push yourself into his room, ignoring his stuttering attempts to stop you from entering.
His drawer, which was now wide open, was filled to the brim with toys upon toys.
Sex toys.
Each of which were carefully placed in clear bags with labels on them.
You look back at the man, who had fallen against his bed, next to a dildo that had to be at least 8 inches.
He was trembling.
You were making Tenya tremble.
Your eyes glance down at his shorts which were oozing with precum, his cock, which was large, seemingly haphazardly stuffed into his underwear without a second thought.
He sees you watching and rubs his thighs together, the bulge in his shorts evidently twitching. “D-don’t look…” he whispered, bringing his fist to his face and looking away. He began squirming under your gaze, his arousal showing through the drip of his pants, and flush of his face. “Please, d-don’t…you can’t see me like this.”
See him like what?
In the most pathetic state you’d ever seen him in?
You approach his bed, door successfully closed behind you. When you reach him, you lean down, your lips grazing the cold edges of his ear to whisper one simple thing.
“Pervert.”
He gasps shakily, only making you laugh.
“Role model my ass,” you spit, pushing him flat against his back. He moans, outright moans, at the force you use. He doesn’t fight back even though he could easily overtake you.
Your fingers hook around his waist band, and you pull his pants and boxers down in one swift motion. “You act all high and mighty but can’t even keep your cock clean when-”
You pause, your day only getting better.
You can’t help it, you begin laughing, loudly.
Under his shorts, under his boxers, Tenya adorned a bright red thong.
Your bright red thong.
“You’re…you’re such a pervert!” You say through teary laughter. “No, no, better yet, you’re just as bad as me! Worse, even!” Your hands slip beneath him and to his ass. You pull his lower half toward you, leaving him gripping the sheets beneath himself.
“God, Tenya, you made my fucking day.”
He throws his face to the side of his pillow, his expression something pitiful.
Something beautiful.
Eyes wide, face scrunched up, and tears slipping down his burning cheeks.
A perfect face crumbling by your own hands.
“All that time…you weren’t even studying,” you say, still snickering. You hook the thin string of the thong to your fingers, making him visibly shake in your hands.
“I-I do! I do study, please, you have to believe m-me!” His lower body was still held against you, meaning his back was in a pathetic arch. His hands were reaching above him to grip his bedsheets for dear life. Perhaps he was also reaching for a semblance of dignity for dear life too.
“Nope, President pervert!” You say, unable to stop your laughter. "Oh, God, this is gonna be fun!" You let go of the string, hearing the satisfying crack it made against his skin.
He grit his teeth, though a soft whimper still slipped through.
Perhaps…you were the first person to see Tenya like this.
“Hey, President pervert," you whisper, leaning down toward his face, getting a good look. The buzzing, your realized, was coming from that dildo. You hand slips between his cheeks and to his hole, which was already slick and, from what you guessed, prepped.
Loose.
"You're making it pretty hard to guess, so tell the truth, alright?" You were a knuckle deep. Your finger had slipped in so easily despite his desperate clenching against it.
"Virgin..." Two knuckles deep. "...or whore?" You curl your finger inside him.
He jerks upward, a breathy gasp leaving his quivering lips.
His eyes look back and forth at you. There was no good answer. You'd find a way to use it against him anyway.
"I'm..." He clears his throat, trying to find the strength to speak.
But how could he speak with your finger so close to that spot? That spot that left him writhing and groaning and whining uncontrollably when he even went near it?
That spot that he desperately wanted you to hit?
"I'm a virgin," he whispered through tears.
Fuck.
You slip another finger inside, both of which had curled and begun attacking exactly where he needed it most.
He had almost pulled off his sheets from how hard his was gripping them. He'd begun outright crying from humiliation and arousal.
Your other hand had shifted to his cock, which he didn't even bother trying to fit into the thong.
You stroked it, unsure if he'd used lube, or he was simply that aroused.
His entire body, strong, muscular, chisled body, was twitching and writhing uncontrollably beneath you.
He had given himself up to pleasure.
Why couldn't you?
You pressed your lips against his, pushing your tongue through his lips, and kissed him.
He was being attacked from everywhere.
His mouth, his lips, his ass.
It was too much.
"Fu-uuck, mmmh, I'm g-going to- ahhh!"
He gasped, harder and harder against your lips as he reached his climax.
You felt him clench unbelievably tight against your fingers, and you knew he was close. Your strokes had quickened and your kiss had grown almost possessive.
You pressed your fingers directly against his prostate.
Fuck.
Suddenly, whatever pressure that had been building inside him had been released.
He moaned through his climax, through the hot, thick ropes of cum, through his tears, through his trembling, fuck, he was shaking so badly.
You watched as Tenya and his facade of perfection fell apart beneath you.
"Not so perfect, are we?"
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