confessional

being a tease about giving a blowjob and doing little kitten licks on his tip. unfortunately the sight bypasses all restraint he might have and he comes square in your face. he apologises profusely and lowkey wants to die after

when he claims you’re being annoying but the obvious hard-on in his pants is sending mixed signals

big hybrid men that pull out just before their knot inflates to fuck your thighs instead because he's too scared of hurting you

save me problematically misogynistic sex fantasy

something something being a sex prize for glory combat fighter buck

"stop." he snaps as i try and delicately touch him, uncertain of what i am meant to do now. i spent days being jeered at and told what my fate was to be, but now the monster is here, and hes just barely holding himself together. he glares at me with wariness i recognize.

save me problematically misogynistic sex fantasy

something something being a sex prize for glory combat fighter buck

touching his face so gently it makes him want to cry

“oh sweetheart, you’re okay, it’s in and you were so good for me, so so brave,” said sickeningly sweetly, while kissing your wet eyelashes and waiting for their knot to finish swelling and locking into place in your plush, warm pussy

a gloved hand guiding yours while you’re jerking their cock

In the mood for a fictional man to call me “pretty girl” in the sweetest, fondest voice while he rearranges my insides 🩷