puppy tops who fuck so sloppy and uncoordinated because they’re overwhelmed just whining and gripping everything they can reach and their bottom cradling their face or holding their stuttering hips and whispering encouraging words and telling them they’re doing so so good
real AO3 readers will wait as long as it takes for their favorite fic to get completed, come back to check if there’s a new chapter after years even if the author said they lost the spark to write, will leave kudos and comment, will hype fic saying hey I read it 6 years ago BUT
i wake up, i cry over spilt milk, put all of my eggs in one basket, bite off more than i can chew, jump the gun, fly off the handle and then die on that hill
the concept of a bottom being so bratty and loud and demanding and impatient and their top so calm and sweet and gentle and still taking them apart with that same tranquility in every slow step until they’re sobbing and drooling into the sheets is very important to me