VampireSexStuff

ugggggghhhhh he’s so fucking sexy it drives me sooooo crazy. i wanna ride him til we’re both crying and totally spent. it would be so hot to be on his lap, feeling his plush thighs and soft, hairy tummy while his cock hits the deepest parts of me… his tattooed hands holding my hips while he bucks up into me….. or even better yet fucking the shit out of him, watching his brows furrow while i yank on his shaggy hair, giving him a sloppy kiss that’s more drool than lips……

half of my day is spent imagining gee in locations where he looks so out of place and giggling about it. 2000’s victoria’s secret is one of those places.

contents: gn reader but they wear panties, subby chubby loser gee, feminization of gee, a dash of humiliation

he clings to your side the entire time you guys go through all of the panty displays and his eyes are only ever glued to the ones that you pick up, turn around, feel the softness and stretch of. you don’t really ask him what he thinks of them. the employees making their sweeping rounds glance over and probably murmur to each other about ‘that emo guy’ in the back.

you also grab another pair for you as well as bigger size of the ones you caught him wearing. the ones he stretched out almost beyond repair on his thick hips, his cock wasn’t helping in that situation either. he knew damn well he was ruining your panties too. like he heard the elastic snapping as he dragged them up over his plump thighs and he decided to keep going.

at the front counter, you make him scrounge whatever’s in his wallet to pay for the pairs. he can’t even make eye contact with the cashiers when he hands over the twenty in ones and fives. he waits for you to pick the little pink bag off the counter but you only give him a look. so guess who gets to walk out of the mall carrying a bag that screams ‘I just bought some frilly panties!’ he can feel the heat from his face creeping down his sweaty neck, and all the way down to his cock.

back in his basement, you change into the fresh pair before sitting on the edge of the bed to watch him do the same. it almost feels like an event. he’s standing there, already chubbed up from what? the embarrassment of buying panties? jeans and boxers pooled around his ankles, you hand him the pair and watch him slide them up with more ease than the first go around.

the edges of his balls hang from either side of the gusset while his cock sits awkwardly to the side against him, from his belly to the start of his hip. he literally just put them on and there’s already a darkening patch against pastel cotton where his tip sits. you make him do a lil spin, a quiet bothered sigh leaves him as he turns around and you get the perfect view of his ass stretching out the little ‘VS’ logo up on the back of them. the heat on his face feels like it hasn’t gone down since you two left the store. you pull him back toward the bed by said waistband and get him to lay out, knees dangling off the side of it. he watches you get between them over the top of his tummy.

he lets out a little hiss when you thumb over the dark spot where his tip sits, watching it spread further. it feels like you’ve been teasing him all day now and you can’t even hold yourself back for much longer. your fingers slide down the side of the panties, down to the crotch before you tug them aside to ease his cock out of them. it unceremoniously bobs out, his balls caught half between the seam of the leg hole. he’s more girthy than he is long, just like him, you suppose. he hasn’t stopped drooling precum. if anything, it’s gotten worse since you got between his legs. he hates how much you love looking at him, but he doesn’t want you to stop.

the juxtaposition between the pastel panties and the rest of his basement bedroom is adorably sad. gee just looks so fucking cute all laid out like this, you get this sort of cuteness aggression that you just have to act on. you finally, finally reach out and hold his chubby girth in your hand. a whimper escapes his throat as you swirl your tongue around his uncut tip, slipping just inside of the foreskin surrounding the head. his head rolls back as he lets out a louder whine as though he’s been holding it in all day. you can feel him twitching against your hand while you tease his tip, like it’s reminding you to stroke it as well. you haven’t forgotten, you’re just savoring your pretty boy.

you yourself are too eager to tease him much, instead sliding your lips down the length of him. a drawn out, almost pornographic moan escapes his throat at the surprise. out of the corner of your eye, you see his hand shoot up to hover over your head. he wants to push it down, or maybe just grip your hair while you continue to take the lead. he doesn’t know, he didn’t really think that far. he just wants more of you, more of this. his hand comes back down, opting to grip the star wars bedsheets he’s laying across while you continue bobbing your head up and down on his length. ‘mmph- please… fuck’ he pants out, not pleading for anything in particular. you only look up at him, drinking that desperate look on his face. you slide back up to his tip, giving it a particularly long lick around the crown just to watch his reaction. in response, he bucks up into your mouth, your fingers dig into the plush of his hips to keep him down for you. he’s more pliant after that, his hips only twitching while you torture his poor tip. you can tell he’s getting close already. he never lasts long when you look at him. he could just look away, close his eyes or lean his head back. but he just can’t. maybe he knows how much you love looking at him when he’s like this.

FUCKKK DUDE WHAT IF!!!!!! WHAT IF!!!!!!!

Nyotaimori is a relatively contraversial practice now because it can often be seen as dehumanizing. (older men hiring young women to lay naked like objects is pretty weird) BUT its also beautiful and tbh can be very beautiful in a loving context (like this).

Putting food in a sensual context weather in relation to wg/feederism or just surrounding feeding/eating is beautiful. In the western world food is such a convenience thing that slowing down to eat ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES TO SEX is beautiful because it involves us in our own bodies in ways we otherwise wouldn't be. Food is a communal thing and FOOD IS PLEASURE so why not experience it at the maximum level???? why not make food into something sensual??? why in western culture do we take food for granted so much?? why don't we ask more questions about where it comes from and try and enjoy it as much as possible??

to end it here is a list of foods i would like to eat off of someone or see rayrard eat off eachother:

- sushi (duh)

- curry w/ sticky rice

- ice cream

- popsicles by the pool

- crudo

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𝑇he fact that Mikey is just watching her in the corner . . Oh she wants to suck on that butch’s titties .

G- So I thought you were playing some kinda crazy octave and shit,, yknow Ray got so excited- he'll explain, right?

R- Yeah yeah yeah, I was completely out of tune for that last chorus. I got too excited fuckin headbanging with Jamie, fucked my solo up