Cumming So Hard You Still Feel Weak Hours Later >>>

waking up engulfed by them, rough hands holding you in place so you can’t move while they fuck into you sleepily because they could wait for you to wake up >>

would love to be held down and edged to an exhausting orgasm at night after having an overstimulating orgasm in the morning

(all whilst being degraded and praised of course)

knowing i wasn’t born this way and i could have been okay is what kills me the most

“you’re doing so good for me” whilst i’m sobbing about how it hurts and i can’t take anymore

My Toy

Her breath stuttered, and she turned her face away, her cheeks flushing as much from the sting of his words as from the heat of his body pressing against hers. But he didn’t let her hide. He caught her chin between his fingers, forcing her to look at him. “Eyes on me,” he commanded, his voice sharp enough to make her flinch but soft enough to keep her from breaking. “I want to see every little thing that happens to you.”

She swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. She wasn’t sure if she could hold his gaze, but when she tried to look away again, he tightened his grip, his fingers digging into her skin just enough to make her gasp. “Don’t even think about it,” he warned, his voice a dangerous purr. “You’re mine tonight. Every whimper, every tear—it all belongs to me.”

Her lower lip quivered, and she nodded, her body already responding to the promise in his voice. He smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips that made her stomach flip. “Good girl,” he praised again, his voice softer this time, almost tender. But she knew better. She knew the tenderness was just the calm before the storm.

He released her chin, trailing his fingers down her throat, over her collarbone, and down to the hem of her shirt. He didn’t rush, didn’t tear it off her the way she half-expected him to. Instead, he took his time, his fingers brushing against her skin in a way that made her feel like she was unraveling. “You’re so fucking sensitive,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “I haven’t even done anything yet, and you’re already a mess.”

She bit her lip, trying to stifle the whimper that threatened to escape. But he wasn’t having it. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Let me hear you. I want to know exactly what I’m doing to you.”

The sound that escaped her was barely more than a whimper, but it was enough to make him smile. “There we go,” he said, his voice dark with satisfaction. He tugged her shirt off, tossing it aside, and then his hands were on her again, his fingers skimming over her skin in a way that made her shiver. He paused when he reached her breasts, his fingers tracing the curve of them before he leaned in, his lips brushing against her skin in a way that made her gasp.

“So fucking perfect,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “Every inch of you”

if you don’t give after care, you aren’t a real dom

if you don’t set a safe word, you aren’t a real dom

if you call people pet names straight off the bat, you aren’t a real dom

if you believe a ‘true’ sub shouldn’t have limits, you aren’t a real dom

if you get angry when a sub won’t do everything you say, you aren’t a real dom

if you punish a sub for using a safe word, you aren’t a real dom

if you assume a person being submissive is consent, you aren’t a real dom

@marked-death

when you’re just friends, talk like dogs in heat and possessive as hell over each other (this is life now i suppose)

@marked-death plz

me n whoooo

would i get a tattoo of your initials… fuck no

will i let you carve them into me… fuck yeah