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can't stop thinking ab pup4pup.... roughhousing on the floor, the bed, wrestling and biting and teasing eachother.... their weight on top of mine, pinning me down.... being caught in a chokehold from behind, their free hand feeling me up once they realise im immobile.... flipping them onto their stomach, holding them down with my body, pushing their face into the mattress. i can't help but begin to dryhump my needy dick against their ass--they muffle out protests and kick their feet and ball their fists. i reach underneath them to grope between their legs, causing their ass to grind against me, because no matter how much they pretend not to like it, i can feel the dampness through their underwear. i'm so caught up in rutting against them that i lose my grip and they twist free, toppling me backward, shoving their thigh between my legs, pulling up my shirt and pinning my wrists above my head as they giggle at how horny i've gotten.... fighting to get the other more desperate, more needy, making fun of each other for enjoying it. marking eachother with hickeys and bite marks and tugging each others' hair, drooly mouths panting and tails wagging. i'm too proud to give up and lay back and take it but i'm getting harder and more needy and achey the more frustrated i get....

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forced quiet sex is so hot…covering my mouth, him telling me to shut the fuck up while my muffled whines escape through his fingers, only fucking harder into me out of anger for not being quiet

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Can’t wait to take my trans boyfriend out to the art museum so i can hang on his arm and listen to him tell me all about his favorite paintings and talk about art history. And then taking him somewhere nice and eating him out under the stars. Listen to him moan so gorgeously while i make him cum over and over again.

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"rut" is such a good word, not just for being puppycoded (BIG plus tho) but also like. is there a better word for thrusting into someone with delirious abandon, consumed only with the thought of cumming deep inside them, sweaty and slopping and bestial...

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imagine your fucking with someone at the end they give u a star sticker and pat your head being like 'good job u did well today, u get a star'

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Dry humping turns me on so much. Just the feeling of someone rutting against me with only a few layers of fabric between us. Them bending me over and showing me how it would feel to have them thrusting into me. Letting me grind on their lap, guiding my hips up and down like I’m riding them. The tease of it, the desperation of trying to get just a little more friction, the feeling of being so close, but not close enough. Holy fuck it gets to me.

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calling someone dirty words in french while they suck me off and enjoying their confused while they do so because they don't speak french <3

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divinity kink in less of a "fuck me in a nun habit" way and more of a "put me on my knees and rewrite my understanding of faith and show me what a loving god's hand feels like and give me mercy and wrath and splendor and leave your communion dripping from my lips and teach me how every part of my body was meant to worship you"

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all i want is to jerk off please

the clown popup on desktop is such a turn off oh lord

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oh also sorry for my last reblogged i used the wrong account! sorry!

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the clown popup on desktop is such a turn off oh lord

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I want to open your mouth, place my thumb on your tongue. I stroke your hair while whispering such sweet praises— Heaven itself could not love you as I do. Give up your wings, let me pluck the feathers and you shall shiver when I do so. Any pain is washed away by the pleasure I shall give you.

Good girl. Good boy. You shall never be good again.

I want to open your mouth, press my thumb down on your tongue. Body of Christ, was it? We shall carve divinity into yours, until every crevice is holy.

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when attention seeking behavior (hornyposting on tumblr dot com) provokes the desired response (trans people flirting with me)

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Is it really gaming night if it doesn't involve at least a little bit of cockwarming?

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The Lovers. Art by Fyodor Pavlov, from the Fyodor Pavlov Tarot.

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imagine getting all gussied up and pretty for your master to go out on a date.

you're so excited!! you love going out, especially with them. this outing is basically a glorified "walkies" and they know how excited you are. you put on your prettiest collar, the one you tend to wear in public. not too in-your-face, but it definitely makes a statement about you and your master's dynamic. and you love it. you wear your favorite outfit as well, revealing juuust enough to look enticing, but not slutty. only your master gets to see you like that.

"who's a good dog?" your master coos at you as they open the front door of your home.

you just smile and hide your face in their chest. doggy brain, no words.

master drives, naturally. they open the passenger side for you to hop in and they instruct you to "buckle up, pup". you do, of course. the drive is short, but your master's gentle hand rests on your thigh the whole ride. it's such a simple gesture, but it gives you butterflies in your tummy every time.

as you arrive for dinner, you both walk hand-in-hand. they open the door for you, speak to the host for you, and lead you to your table.

to your surprise, the table is already occupied by two familiar faces. a couple your master introduced you to. you've only met them a few times, but you enjoyed their company. one thing is for sure though, they do not and cannot know about your little secret. suddenly, you're self-conscious about your collar, and your face flushes. you wouldn't have been so bold had you known you'd be dining with friends. they don't know the real you; how you beg, how you present yourself so willingly to your master, how you take whatever they give you with a dumb smile on your face...

a squeeze of your hand snaps you out of your thoughts. you look up at your master and they give you a reassuring nod then greets the other two sitting down. you smile and exchange pleasantries.

dinner goes swimmingly. you're actually having a lot of fun despite the surprise! the food is great, you're halfway through your entree. as you pick up your fork to have another bite, you feel a hand slowly slip between your legs. instinctively, you yelp, garnering a concerned look from your friends. they ask if you're okay, you nod and apologize, saying you bit your tongue. the conversation resumes. the hand rests still on your thigh. but not for long..

it begins to creep up, up, up, until your master's palm lands on your crotch.

fuck. you breathe. you keep yourself composed.

their fingers begin to massage your parts, slowly and tenderly. the pit in your stomach grows. master leans in and whispers in your ear "are you gonna be a good puppy for me?". you don't even react, you just keep your head forward, pretending to listen to the conversation and nodding when you think it's appropriate. the fingers on you become rougher, making it harder for you to stay calm. you clamp your thighs around their hand and begin subtly grinding into it. fuck fuck fuck. you're starting to lose it. you feel your eyes begin to glaze over. fuuuck. you feel saliva pooling in your mouth from the pleasure.

"darling, you haven't taken a bite in a bit, are you feeling alright?" master asks with a mocking tone only you could pick up on.

you wince, "o-oh, um, i'm actually feeling a bit sick."

"oh, you poor thing," they coo.

this fucking bastard.

"i think i'll excuse myself for a mome-"

"no need, honey." your master cuts you off, then turns to address the couple across from you. "i think we best be going, you two. i better get this one some medicine and put them to bed."

the way they talk about you would probably aggravate a normal person, but it makes you swoon. you're just a little pet after all. you need your master to take care of you. you can't do anything on your own.

your master takes out their wallet and puts a generous amount of cash on the table to cover the two of you, plus some. the both of you stand up, grab your belongings, and say your goodbyes. the other couple didn't seem to mind, it was getting quite late after all.

you take your leave, hand-in-hand once again, another dozens knots forming in your belly thinking about what awaits you during the ride home and, even better, once you get there.

part of you wishes they would've stripped you naked and fucked you right there on that table in front of that whole restaurant.

maybe next time.