#THAT'S MY THING

[pillowbo]

Your arms wriggle a bit over your head as you hold back an anticipatory grin. The blindfold comes off when she is ready to reveal your new surprise gift.

Really, it's a gift for her, and judging by the snug feel of fabric banded around your waist and the weight hanging from your mons, it's not much of a surprise.

"Do you like it, my little possession?" she says.

She can probably tell by your expression that you love it. You were already so aroused by being "forced" into your new equipment, you can't form a coherent sentence.

For a moment all you can do is stare; a silicone dick bobs erect between your legs. Your thoughts are broken up when she gives your thigh a warning grace with her delicate hand.

Her voice is like silk, crisp and smooth like her touch, and very dominant.

"I said, do you like it, toy?"

"Yes," you stutter fast. You don't want to disappoint your mistress. Wouldn't want to provoke her too early.

She chuckles.

"Good boy," she says low in her throat.

Her panties fall around her legs and she straddles you, the feel of her smooth, bare thighs on your hairy legs maddening. Your stomach pools with hot magma.

You're so aroused already it's almost enough to spill your guts.

"You want in?" she asks, sickeningly sweet.

You don't respond, simply swaying your hips, your mind completely fogged in pleasure.

She chuckles, then her voice turns sharp.

"Hey."

She smacks your outer thigh hard. A high yell escapes your throat.

"Stupid boy, all you can think with is your dick? I asked you a question. Do. You. Want. In."

Each word is followed by a perfunctory smack, her hand leaving a mark.

"Yes!" you wail.

"Yes, what?" she says, her voice high in teasing.

Her hand comes down on you again.

"Say, yes mistress," she continues in that same mocking tone. "Say, I want inside mistress."

You simply stutter, until she reaches down and twists your nipple. Your voice shakes with a wail.

"I want inside mistress," you practically sob.

She grips the back of your hair and lowers herself inches to your face, eyes burning through yours. They scorch your very soul, burning down your walls.

"Say, I want inside this cunt," she growls, grinding down on your silicone shaft.

"I want inside your cunt!" you finally break down

She gives a curt sound, satisfied with your answer. Then she lines herself up with you and sinks down onto your strap, taking it into her magnificent body.

Your head hits the headboard when she starts with gentle thrusts. The silicone base is grinding on your tdick, up and down to her slow rhythm.

Maybe it's enough for you to come, but it doesn't matter whether or not you do. You are here to be used for her masturbatory pleasure. You are her toy.

"That's right, my good toy," she huffs as if reading your thoughts.

She pulls her hand down to graze your lip with her thumb, and you take it in your mouth. Then she puts it back. A moan slips from your mouth as her pace quickens.

You've never been more vulnerable than now. Although you are the one penetrating her, it is you who is being breached; this desire, hidden deep for so long, is pulled from you mercilessly with every steady thrust.

Both of your obscene sounds fill the room as she rides you in earnest. Her blush blooms up her breasts to her neck and face as slick wetness coats your shaft, and she comes screaming.

It's as if something buried deep within you all of your life is being released. Your body seizes, your mind going blank. Heat explodes from your core as your eyes lock.

"Fuck!" you yell, throwing your head back as the fire of pleasure ensnares you.

You come back down for a moment heaving to discover that she hasn't slowed down, even after you've had enough, as if she is determined to squeeze out every last drop of orgasmic bliss.

"Okay, I came, stop!" you announce, as if she needed to be told that you came.

You shake your head when she reveals another surprise, the remote hidden under the covers; your eyes roll back when the strap buzzes to life on both ends.

It's as if every nerve in your body is electrified, a part of the monstrous toy. You whimper incoherently as you twist and writhe under the grip of the vibrations stimulating you both.

"Aw, what's wrong, boy toy? I thought...mmm...thought you...always wanted this," she coos, between deep, quick breaths.

She moans deep in her throat and laughs as she fucks you into the bed, using you like a sex toy.

You attempt to wriggle your wrists, but there is no escape as she continues to ride you. The overstimulation is too much. Just minutes before you didn't know if you would even be able to come from this, but to your shock a second orgasm builds in your core.

You stutter something like stop again when she pushes down on you.

"No, you're not holding anything back from me," she moans, her voice high in her throat, "You're going to take all of it," she growls low, her words a promise.

You throw your head back as you come again. Even if you could escape from the cuffs, you are immobilized by the waves wracking your body again and again.

She fucks you hard, pounding you both to orgasm again and again because you are her boy toy for her to use until she has had her fun.

@dogboyblood

[miss-what-a-d0ll]

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[gowns]

i got this little anthony and the imperials record and it is so unbelievably dramatic. and i thought that was funny because he's just a little guy, almost swallowed up by these crazy big orchestral arrangements, then i remembered that his most successful singles are like that

like ohh actually nevermind little guy + big dramatic song is his thing

love a little guy doing big drama

[babstheyaga]

MIRAGE DARKNESS OF MY EYES, HE'S BACK KQBWLWGYEH ahem, I'm glad he's okay 🕴

[songstone]

i hope my unwashed hair and deer in headlights type stare has captivated you

[wishfulsketching]

Silco and his terror of a daughter

[scumbagsblog]

where's that masterpost of quotes that have no right going as hard as they do. I'd like to submit "Protagonism is best left to teens and the insane"

[bitchfitch]

writing advice for characters with a missing eye: dear God does losing an eyes function fuck up your neck. Ever since mine crapped out I've been slowly and unconsciously shifting towards holding my head at an angle to put the good eye closer to the center. and human necks. are not meant to accommodate that sorta thing.

[zelkams-art]

in all timelines in all possibilities only you can show me this

[daftpatience]

slow down for your disabled friends. thats like a bare minimum kindness that we shouldnt have to ask for. i love that youre so quirky and walking fast is a cool personality trait to you and all that but i bet you can count your physically disabled friends on less than one hand

[pookapufferfish]

[angelofdumpsterfires]

presented without comment

[bixels]

As gen-AI becomes more normalized (Chappell Roan encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use gen-AI because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by tech companies. I draw not because I want a drawing but because I love the process of drawing. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

[gongyussy]

good thing from jp twitter this week is queen of old man yaoi michiru sonoo discovering the term old man yaoi

update: somehow it got impossibly more wholesome

quick translation: おかえり: welcome home あ 終わった 終わった: ahhh, it's over! it's done! コーヒー? お茶?: coffee? tea? コ~ヒ~ ありがと: coffee, thank you~ ネクタイレア★★ ネクタイ取るレア★★★★: seeing him with a tie on, rarity level ★★, seeing him take a tie off, rarity level ★★★★ にあうな~: it suits him~

also please do follow: AraigumaSha: sensei's twitter account marureviere: maru, who does such valuable work highlighting bl manga for an international audience

[puppppppppy]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^