Ooo-

Pussy tighter than the airport security after 9/11

hey just so you know i saw you spread your legs a lil wider when i put my hand on your throat. no no it’s cool i just think its cute when you act like i don’t notice how pathetic and desperate you are, like how you think i didn’t notice when you swallowed and tilted your head back to show your neck more or how you think i didn’t notice how fast your pulse was under my palm. but don’t worry, i notice everything <3

What is a clown if not a friend

Why ya'll be following me, I'm out here writing degenerate shit u.u

Def gonna look into Redstone uses 👀

The new snapshot seems SO fun. But uhm. Uhm. There is an aspect I'm worried about.

Wanna leave them like this,,

Both wanna tease them to the point where they can't think straight while being all dominant but also wanna ask every 5 seconds if im going to far or doing too much.

Doesnt help when they go non-verbal and I only get mumbles in response- lol it's cute though

I wouldn’t just take you. I would worship you, devour you, and ruin you in the slowest, most intoxicating way possible. My hands would move over your skin like they were meant to, like they belonged there, tracing every curve, every dip, every place that makes you tremble beneath my touch. I would make you feel so wanted, so undeniably mine, that you would forget the world existed outside of this moment.

I would start slow, teasing, keeping you on the edge, watching the way your breath catches every time I shift deeper inside you. My lips would find your neck, dragging over the heat of your skin, kissing, biting, murmuring against you, telling you how good you feel wrapped around me, how perfect you are, how I never want to stop.

I would pin your wrists above your head, locking my eyes with yours, making sure you see how much I want you, how much I need you. Every movement, slow and deliberate, deep and unrelenting, making you feel every inch of me, again and again, until you are shaking, gasping, clinging to me like I am the only thing keeping you grounded.

I would whisper against your lips, my voice low, teasing. You feel that? How perfectly you take me? How you are made for me? My mouth would claim yours, swallowing your moans, drinking in every sound, every plea, until you forget your own name and only know mine.

And I would not stop. Not until your body gives out, not until you are trembling, completely undone beneath me, your body etched with the memory of my touch. Not until you understand, without a single doubt, that you are wanted. Desired. Mine.

Because this is not just about taking you. It is about owning every inch of your pleasure, leaving you aching, ruined, and craving more.

Seems I've been Ensnared-

Real ù.ű

she thought she knew herself

but i knew better

watching, studying, dissecting every little tell, every shift in her breath, every glance that lingered a second too long. mapping out the contours of her mind the way my delicate hands mapped out her the curves of her body—thorough, patient, methodical

i let her think she had control, that she was just indulging a sweet fantasy, dipping her toes into the dark waters of surrender. but she was already mine. i had already freely rewritten the way she thought about pleasure and pain, yet more importantly about her very self

a well-placed word, a knowing smirk, a slight pause between my demeaning commands. it didn’t take much. the moment she realized that i knew exactly what she needed before she did—that i could unravel her with nothing but a whisper—was the moment she crumbled

trembling, stumbling over her own thoughts, her own words. nothing made her wetter with arousal than the realization that i had been watching her, collecting her secrets, crafting her undoing with meticulous precision

so when she lay before me, bare in more ways than one, her luscious lips parted in breathless anticipation, her pretty pupils blown wide with something close to fear, i only smiled knowingly

"you don’t have to tell me what you want, darling doll, i already know."

and when i devoured her, when i reduced her to a sobbing, pleading mess—when i left her ruined in my welcoming arms, shaking and spent from one too many orgasms—she finally understood what it meant to belong to someone who knew her better than she knew herself