Premature Cumming Is So Fucking Hot I Dont Make The Rules. Grinding Down On Someone And Listening To

premature cumming is so fucking hot I don’t make the rules. grinding down on someone and listening to them whimper and moan into your mouth as you make out, them telling themselves it’ll be fine they can hold out it’s not that intense they’re gonna make it! and moving your hips slightly differently and pulling back to watch their mouth drop open as their eyes go wide for a second, hands tensing on your body, before going heavy lidded and moaning as a pretty wet patch spreads across their pants

STOPPP THIS IS SO FCKING CUTE <3

hey pretty, please talk more about more stuff that you like, you’re so cute <3

Another one that I haven’t really talked about is liking math but not in a normal way probably more like a degenerate way…

Growing up I was like a lot into it. I used to compete in those math Olympiad tournaments. And as any other regular normal kid my dream was to go to the IMO (like the highest level international Olympiad) which is unrealistic af but I only found out that years later…

When I was in high school I started going to these other courses math course offered by my local university, which was 100% focused on math competitions. And you took like Number theory, algebra, geometry and combinatorics (number theory is obviously the nicer one) and they were really hard, some of it was in a college level so that’s probably why. But it’s funny how I was pretty average on those and it wasn’t easy for me. But on my class there was this dude who’d sit at the back and read books because the already college level math was too boring for him (he was like 14 💀) so it puts into perspective how good some of these people are…

Another weird thing is that at school sometimes I’d do math in even non math related classes 😭 and I never liked notebooks so I’d write stuff down on my table then erase it afterwards…pretty sure I got in trouble at some point for that but it was so much easier

One time when I was like 13/14 me and a couple friends decided to calculate 38! Factorial by hand (terrible idea) to calculate the total amount of possibilities we could arrange all students on the class room. This took hours, I mean hours we pretty much spent the whole school period doing it, for some reason I still don’t know why. There are more math related stories I think but I already typed way too much so…anyways. I almost ended up doing a mathematics bachelors but I went for engineering instead. But I’ll probably do a double major, or at least a mathematics minor just for fun

38! Is equal to: 523022617466601111760007224100074291200000000

Just to put into perspective how stupid that is 😭

Sometimes it’s the little things with sub boys that can remind them that you really control their body. Like when you made the rule that you had to accompany him whenever it went to pee at home. Making him let you hold his cock as he pees. Playfully aiming it around the toilet, angling it at him so he pees on himself when he’s bad and needs to punished, or squeezing it tightly in your fist to shut off the flow and watch him squirm as it backs up inside of him and he desperately begs for you to release it.

turn around for me. good puppy. close your eyes, let me blindfold you. now stay. stay.

whistle - come here puppy. whistle - come here. you can do it, you can find me. just listen to my voice, come here. you look so concentrated and adorable. come. such a good puppy, just follow my voice. there you go. oh you’re all wet and ready aren’t you. grinding on my fingers like you can’t help yourself, with your legs shaking, you can hardly keep yourself up, poor thing.

i got a new toy for you, go find it. fetch. getting warmer, good puppy, go on. colder now. warmer, warmer, colder, warmer, burning hot, there you go. now bring it here. no no no, in your mouth. make it fit. now drop it. good puppy. show me how you’d play with it. don’t be shy, show me. oh it just slips right in. get it all in like we’ve trained. listen to you whine as you take that knot deeper into you. keep it all in.

whistle - come. oh no you don’t get to walk anymore so your toy doesn’t slip out. be good and get on all fours. look at you, all whiny and pathetic, crawling on the floor. you’d be bumping into furniture if it wasn’t for me. heel. sit. sit pretty. does it feel good when you sit on it? you poor thing you’re all wet, even your thighs are soaking. keep it in and open your mouth. such a good puppy deserves a treat

[suggestive]

Darling: So... You can change your appearance however you want?

Liu [Shapeshifter Parasite] That's right! [Internally] Do they not like my face as it is?....

Darling: Hm..... When you feel like having them, can you give yourself two dicks? I've always wanted to try double penetration, but I'm only really interested in having one partner.

Liu, covering their face with their hands: Y-yes... I think that's possible. [Internally] Did they really just ask that? What am I getting myself into?! Why do I want to kiss them even more now?!?

Awww

Yandere!Barista who is the “poster boy”of the coffee shop he works at. It is honestly deserved: he has a pretty face, a charming smile and a playful yet sweet attitude. He is especially popular among the girls…who he keeps rejecting. He is just not looking for something casual, you know? He dates to marry, not to be someone’s eye-candy.

Yandere!Barista who, one day, sees you walk into the store. Is that a Corroded Coffin shirt you have on ? He loves that band! This is what he tells you when it is your turn to order. What do you mean he looks too much like a goody two-shoes to be a fan? Alright, Miss “I am so dark and edgy”, what do you want to order? Black coffee? The banter goes on until he has to shoo you away, with an amused smile, as the other people in line are starting to get impatient.

Yandere!Barista who glances your way every chance he gets. Not only are you fun to talk to, but you also look really cute. Sometimes, between orders, he gets to converse with you. He eagerly returns your small wave when it is time for you to leave. As he goes to your table to collect the receipt, he finds your cup still there. On it, there is a small doodle of him along with your number. A pink hue dusts his cheeks as he brings a hand to cover the side of his face. He is definitely keeping that cup.

Yandere!Barista who saved your number under “Cutie <3”. The more you text each other, the more you hang out together, the more he becomes obsessed. It is honestly starting to scare him. The other night, he had your cup in his hands to look at the doodle. Next thing he knew, he had his lips where yours had been when you were drinking from it. It flustered him so much, he threw the cup in the trash bin afterwards…only to go get it back five minutes later…He is asking you out on a date for sure next time he sees you.

Yandere!Barista who does your coffee with trembling hands. He really doesn’t want to do this, but you didn’t leave him a choice. Today, on your usual table, you are sitting with a man other than him. He can’t possibly lose the only person who took the time to get to know him beyond his looks. The drug should work in about fifteen minutes, five minutes after closing time. This should be perfect, you always wait for him to close the shop and walk home together. He can do this, he can do this, he can do this…You will be happy at his house, you will be happy with him. It is with a heavy mind and painful heart that he gives you your order.

Yandere!Barista who you got pinned against the wall of the storage room, one hand beside his head and the other one holding your cup. He is as white as a ghost. He keeps looking around. He is sweating all over. This couldn’t be. You couldn’t possibly know- You firmly grab his jaw and turn his face towards you. “Drink”, you say coldly. What are you gonna do to him after he becomes unconscious? Will you report him to the police? Will you hurt him? He closes his eyes tightly as you bring the cup to his lips. The moment it reaches them, you drop it on the floor and replace it with your lips. His eyes open in shock as you give him a small, tender kiss. “That was my cousin, idiot”, you tell him affectionately. You look at him for a couple more seconds before putting on your bag. He is still frozen in place as you add: “Tomorrow, 6pm, at my house. Alright?”. You leave before he can answer.

Yandere!Barista who slides down the wall until he is sitting on the floor. All that is left of him is a blushing, quivering mess. With shaky fingers, he touches his lips; a small whimper involuntarily comes out his mouth. He is about to combust. He feels so weak, he can’t get up. You scared the shit out of him, but that was so hot ahh…He didn’t know you could be this assertive. And that kiss…he buries his face in his hands and groans. Kissing you is all he has ever dreamed of, yet he stayed still like a dumbass when it finally happened. He is so lame-you make him so lame. Guess tomorrow would be his chance to redeem himself.