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shanks had to pay for benn’s therapy and soundproof his quarters

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Overstimulating a poor boy so much that he pisses all over your hand.

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Cute clingy shy submissive boys deserve to be held in my arms, kissed and praised and given all the attention they need but they also deserve to be bend over and fucked till they can’t think anymore and tears are escaping their eyes.

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ohh my god, shy boys who hump instead of jerking off cause it feels so much better >>>

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need to pinch and pull and bite a boy's nipples till he cries and cums :(

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Don’t cry over spilled milk (or do)

Pairing: The Milkman x Male reader

Content warnings: 18+, anal fingering, Francis is one vocal fellow

Thinking about Francis Mosses who’s always been considered the perfect top, mostly because of his size- getting to bottom for the first time in his life.

Down on all four, with his ass in the air big fat cock uselessly hanging between his legs, and feeling himself flushing red from being in such a vulnerable position.

Besides the embarrassment brewing in his gut, he feels restless just laying like that , so used to being able to see what his partner is doing to him, now he can only rely on the feeling of your two thumbs prying his cheeks apart, and exposing the sensitive flesh to the cold air.

Goosebumps raise across his skin, a sharp breath escapes his lips and he can feel the impatience growing inside of him. “Come on come come on just hurry up!,” he hisses out, feeling even more vulnerable from the way your gaze seems to be burning into the pink flesh of his ass.

“Patience love” you say, hand firmly landing on his cheek, and as much as he’s embarrassed to say it, the action manages to silence him.

His dark eyes glare down at the bright white sheets, thumbs fiddling with the loose threads of it, trying to ignore how his face must be as red as the cheek you just slapped while you freely ogle at him.

“Anybody told you that you look pretty like this hm?” You say, thumbing curiously at his puckered rim, but not adding enough pressure to push your finger inside him.

Another wave of embarrassment washes over him, and he feel the urge to cuss you out with every curse word to exist in the English language but he knows but he knows by doing so you, you’ll further prolong this.

So he clears his throat, swallows down his pride before he mutters the word “No,”

A contended hum escapes your lips, your hot breath washing over his skin and this time he knows your face is just a hair away from his puckered rim. “Well you are,” you say, words as firm as your grip on him. “So so pretty”

And you’re so so close yet so far away.

He clears his throat again, swallows the last bit of pride in him before he utters the words “Please just please-“

“What is it sweetheart? What do you want hm?” You say, amusement clear in your voice. He can even feel the way the tip of your nose drags along his bottom half, doing everything and anything in your power to wind him up and he doesn’t know how much more he can take before he combust.

“Please just please fuck me!” He cries out, tears threatening to spill from his glassy eyes but all the air is suddenly punched out of his lungs when you slip the tip of your finger inside.

There’s a slight sting that comes with the stretch, body momentarily tensing as you carefully work your finger inside him”Oh! Oh oh fuck!”

“Francis? You okay?” You say, carefully massaging the pink flesh.

With each brush of your finger tip; the burning sensation dulls a bit and he feels himself relax back onto the sheets, a soft hum rolling off his tongue before he manages to properly answer you. “Good, it’s good,” he hums out, as he further relaxes into your touch.

Eventually the stinging sensation completely subsides and he starts feeling empty with only your fingertip inside. “More, please more,” he grunts out hips subconsciously buck up into your hand.

“Such a demanding little thing” you say to him as a chuckle escapes your lips but you don’t waste a second working your finger deeper inside of him til you’re buried knuckles deep, and tactically grazing the wall of nerves that sends sparks of pleasure through his body, specially down to his dick.”Mmph-God! Just- ah just like that”

This isn’t something he’s felt before, your touch feels ever so intoxicating especially when your calloused finger grazes the sensitive wall of nerves and before he realizes what he’s doing he finds himself begging for more, greedy as ever and drunk on pleasure.

It doesn’t take much before you fulfill his wish, pushing two fingers past his puckered rim, the stinging sensation briefly returning , as he gets used to the feeling of having two thick digits inside of him. “Come on sweetheart, you can take it yeah? I know you can” he hears you say, familiar word spilling past your lips and for a brief seconds he imagines the times he’d been the one to say it when he had someone under him.

Eager to prove himself, he starts fucking himself back onto your digits, something that starts off slow as he gets used to the stretch before he increases the pace. “Ugh fuck - fuck feels so so good yes yes yes!!”

By this point he doesn’t register when you work a third finger inside of him, only registering the fullness that comes with it and the way your hand slides between his legs, gently palming his ballsack

“Look at you love, haven’t even fucked you yet you’re already so close to cumming,” You say , puncturing every word with a thrust to his prostate while tugging at his hard and weeping dick.

Francis couldn’t care less about the fact that you’re taunting him, couldnt care less about how pathetic he looks like this, all he can care about is how every thrust - every stroke, has him inching closer to his orgasm.

“Please oh god please -“ He cries out, begs and pleads sounding something akin to a mantra, fingers practically digging holes into the mattress and the muscles in his thighs cramping up from how hard he’s fucking himself onto your hand.

It doesn’t take much before he feels his toes curl, pulse roaring in his ears as a wave of hot white pleasure washes over him.

“Ah ah God ‘m cumming ‘m cumming please-“ he cries out, feels himself spill all over the sheets and his thighs, body shaking as you continue to milk his cock.

“Stop- stop, please.” He finally slurs out, once there’s nothing but pathetic spurts of cum coming from his cock, hand blindly pushing you away from him before he finally slumps down onto the mattress.

Exhaustion creeps up his bones, eyelids feeling heavier than ever and all of a sudden he feels himself fading away in the dream land.

“Ah, ah ah,” he hears you say, the sound of your sharp voice snapping him awake. “We’re not done here,”

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Resident Evil 4 Remake (2023) Leon S. Kennedy [ 1 / ??? ]

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I love how stupid it sounds to say stuff like “I’m peeing” or “I’m wetting myself” when it is extremely obvious that you’re doing so. There’s a loud hiss, your face melted in orgasmic pleasure from relief, your small moans and whines, and of course the growing yellow spot on your diaper or a dark stain dripping down your pant legs while your crotch glistens from your pathetic stream.

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Happy New Year, here’s Oso celebrating ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ

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omo thought that’s been living rent free in my mind is a guy doing something at a desk and getting increasingly desperate but not allowing himself to tale a break before he’s finished whatever he’s working on. until he’s just desperately shifting in his seat, crossing his legs tights and grabbing himself as he struggles to focus on the task at hand. and it turns him on. the pressure in his lower belly feels so good, his cock is being squeezed between his legs every time he crosses and uncrosses them, every time he grabs himself he feels himself slowly growing hard despite his best efforts to push all urges down. he stops using his hands to hold because he desperately wants to stroke his cock now, but he’s still so desperate to piss he ends up just humping his pants to get any pressure on his dick to help hold back the flow. and his pants are growing tighter as he gets harder and that also feels so so so good. he muffles groans and moans into his hand as he tries to focus back on his work, but the second he focuses enough to read a single line of text he nearly loses control for a second and has to shove a hand between his legs and breath really hard. a few drops escape him, it doesn’t show though his pants yet but he can feel the texture of his underwear that clings closer to him now. rubbing against the head of his twitching dick. he fights though the urge and tries to read again, only to fully leak this time. it lasts a second but there’s now a wet patch showing. dizzy with need and incapable of thinking straight he continues like this for a little while, painstakingly doing tiny amounts of work while he shifts and moves in his chair, alternating between closing his legs tights and humping the air and fanning his legs. continuously leaking drops that turn into spurts until he can’t even pretend to be working and is just thrusting forward into the air as his sensitive twitching dick leaks pee and pre-cum all over the tented front of his pants, slowly losing control over his body and his mind to pleasure. he grips the desk tight and barely bites back a moan as he feels himself approaching the brink of control. his pace intensifies, his breathing gets erratic, spurts get longer until the chair is wet and there’s no denying he’s pissing himself, yet he still holds on because it feels so good. he’s seconds away from fully losing it, every leak is a little longer and feels so good, he feels the wave coming, the next urge that his exhausted muscles won’t be able to hold back.. and then it doesn’t. it doesn’t come out. instead a mind blowing orgasm hits him. he’s left gasping and shaking, fully dry humping his tight pants as he cums hands free inside them. it feels so fucking good he doesn’t even reach down to stroke himself through it, he just lets it wash over him , until his desperate thrusts feel overwhelming and the over sensitive head of his cock rubbing against the front of his wet, sticky pants makes me whine in overstimulation. immediately the urge to piss comes back ten times as strong and this time he really can’t hold it. he tries to, still reeling from his orgasm and brain fuzzy with pleasure m, but his exhausted body doesn’t last a minute before he’s losing it. a loud hissing sound hits the same spot cum stained his pants seconds ago. the relief itself feels orgasmic, his spent cock desperately twitching with each spurt, still half hard. aftershocks run through his body until he’s fully empty, which does take a minute because his exhausted muscles still try to lock up after having just cum despite not being strong enough to hold back anything. by the time the last drop leaves him, he’s back somewhere between shaking with relief and turned on beyond comprehension . he undoes his belt and pulls out his wet half hard cock with shaky hands. he furiously jerks off for less than ten strokes before a last spurt of pee escapes him and the sensation sends him over the edge again. he cums hard for second him all over himself and the floor this time.

as he lays his forehead against the desk in front of him to catch his breath he vaguely remembers he was meant to finish something work related.

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Sex is when you push your finger into someones open wound and they make a pathetic little moan in response

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when u unholster the gas pump and expose its insert and u push it into ur cars hole and feel the hose stiffen with liquid and u hold down on the trigger watching your cars tank fill all the way up until its close to its breaking point and only then do u let the pump slide out and its still dripping and u plug ur car up to make sure nothing leaks out and u dont even clean the pump as u hang it back up for the next car to enjoy

#huh. #helping me het kver my my exdctutive dysfuntjon ovet getting my license fr

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i hope you don't think of me as just a mutual or a silly person on tumblr, but as someone you would cover in blood and have filthy ritualistic sex with

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#hi

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anyone else get horny handling raw meat

#yes.

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I'm writing you a fanfic, what do you enjoy more bottom Will or bottom Hannibal?

me personally I love bottom will because I want to live vicariously through hannibal, and hugh dancy makes a great bottom getting railed by milfs in every movie he's in. GUARDS top that man

#ggahtksjtngrargh

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When boys moan in your mouth while u kiss them, is so cute