redo pinned.🐶
not new to #nsfwtwt
~MDNI (18+ only).
~Nicknames: Puppy, Bunny and, Kitten.
~Femboy Aesthetic.
~22.
~He/they.
~Soft and gentle kinks.
~Pansexual.
~Mommy & Daddy issues.
~Shy and Sensitive.
~working on loving myself. 💜
♡ to be moots. rt if you'd like, idm.
Gently combing through my angel's curls as their head graces my chest, the burdens of the day seeping from their system with every caress they receive, an exhausted smile settling against their lips as they contently cling to my frame, warmth consuming them as they dreamily sigh.
Reoccurring thoughts that I envision my angel murmuring:
"Fill my womb, Mommy. It's empty."
"You taste so sweet, Mommy."
"Touch me more. Please.."
"Mine."
"Need your cock."
"Fuck me, Mommy."
"More. Need more of you. Please."
"Always a good boy for you, Mommy."
Early morning thoughts of sloppily feasting on my angel's pussy as they shamelessly arch against my mouth is lulling me towards a feral state. I need to hear them plead and praise me for pleasuring them. I need to feel them lock their legs around my head as they seek euphoria.
Your heart may be fragile, but I have a supply of band-aids, encouraging praises, and a surplus of kisses. I will lend you my ear. The way you feel is valid. You do not have to put on this front as if nothing affects you. You are human. You are not alone, sweetheart.
I wish I could give my angel an abundance of tummy kisses. I find it to be incredibly wholesome. Innocent, too. Feeling their fingers delicately trace over my cheeks as my nose brushes against their flesh would cause me to smile. Such an intimate moment with my beloved grace.
I need pussy in my mouth. I need my angel to ride my face and cum on my tongue. I need them to convulse and trap my head in between their thighs while they shriek my name to the heavens. I am in such a feral state.
My pleasure stems from knowing my angel is experiencing euphoria. Knowing they are vividly responding to every caress or whining from the way I praise them is enough for me. Truthfully, I believe I could release without physical stimulation as I engaged with my beloved grace.
You are my muse. Your body is my canvas. Every stroke of my warm lips against your flesh is my way of illustrating your elegance. Gently whine for me. Let me know that you are at ease with the way I worship you. Praise me for my endeavors. For my devotion towards you.
Missionary with my angel as they lightly suck on my lower lip, their eyes glazed over with adoration as their arms lazily drape around my neck, beckoning me closer as our chests connect, a whine surfacing from their hoarse throat as my length remains nestled against their womb.
I would love to purchase a body pillow for my angel and spritz the fabric with my favorite perfume, only to return several hours later to the sight of them deliriously humping their pillow, tears gracing the corners of their nearly vacant eyes as they fervently sob in urgency.
“Tell me he savors your glory
Does he laugh the way I did?
Is this a part of your story?
One that I had never lived
Maybe one day you'll feel lonely
And in his eyes, you'll get a glimpse
Maybe you'll start slipping slowly
And find me again.”
-Joji (Glimpse of Us)
“I know you're not in love
Like you used to be
Guess I'm not the one
Like you used to think
So you just run
I know that I'm stuck
In this misery
Guess I'm not enough
Like you used to think
So I'll just run”
-Joji (Run)
“I heard that you're happy without me
And I hope it's true
It kills me a little, that's okay
'Cause I'd die for you
You know I'd still die for you”
-Joji