#sub boy
Dripping wet fingers slip in and out of your tight hole, bet your legs are spread so wide as you imagine mommy’s fingers inside of you instead. Go head and spit on it for me, look at it in the mirror and think of me on top of you, fucking you into your orgasm. Cum quick so you can lick the mess off of your fingers, sounds gross?? But you’ll do anything for mommy right? Then listen like a good little whore, maybe mommy’ll give you a nice treat if you listen like the pretty slut you are.
Get to know Evie!!
I’m 20 years old
I’m bisexual so both genders are welcome!!
I’m a femdom so subs interact pls!
Dming is fine!!
I prefer being called mommy or Evie, if you call me mommy I’ll treat you like my sub so please beware!
I’m fairly new to Tumblr so please be patient with me.
Im definitely a hard dom and will call you things like : slut, whore, bitch, and other things like that. So if you’re uncomfortable with those things dni!!
Idm being treated like a sub as I am a switch! I do however have more experience domming ;)
Also I’d like to add that this is a safe space for EVERYBODY!! No judgement from me. If you’re into things like raceplay or scat pls dni because I’m not <- but again no judgment. <3
Imagine catching your sub getting themselves off, so you make them ride your thigh until they cant cum anymore. Once they’re crying, you fuck them stupid telling them how much of a whore they are and how the only thing they’re good at is cumming…
Ah to be a dumb twink prince with a harem (reverse harem? Idk) of hot men.
The calm experienced royal advisor who keeps an eye on me and helps me figure out all the political royal stuff that I don’t understand. He finds my ignorance cute, he admires the way I try my hardest to figure out what certain things really mean so I can make my own decisions when I’m king. He rewards me by bending me over my own thrown when no one else is around and fucking me into oblivion, pulling my hair so my back arches enough for him to whisper praises in my ear.
The bright eyed stable boy who’s hands go a little too far up my inner thigh when he helps me get onto my horse, who’s grip lingers on my hips when he helps me off. He takes me on midnight rides and points out every constellation he knows. He still calls me sir and your majesty when I ride him, calloused hands gripping my hips enough to leave behind a lovely little bruise.
The quiet gentle servant boy who helps me reach books that I can’t grab in the library. He helps me get dressed in the morning when I can’t reach the buttons that trail down my back. He reads books to me when I suck his dick under one of the library tables in the very back, he gets whiny and flustered and runs his hands through my hair and apologies when he cums in my mouth even though I always want him to.
The talkative cook who makes me all my favorite pastries for breakfast. He brings me meals and snacks and always sits with me when I ask him to stay. He tells me about the food and how it’s made, he smells like fresh bread and lavender scones. He spends hours fucking me, going slow, making sure everything he does is perfect, savoring every moan and plea he can pull from me. Melting my brain with pleasure until I can’t even think enough to form words, until I’ve lost every concept of time, until all I know is the pleasure he brings me.
The rival prince who’s visiting for the good of our two nations. He makes sure I know he doesn’t like me, that no matter how many dinners we are forced to have together and how many times I write him silly little poems for him he will never like me. He spends his days training for combat while I watch him from my spot in the garden, he would hate for me to know he’s purposefully trying to show off, acutely aware that my gaze is trained on him. His nights are spent forcing my face into the plush pillows of his bed, sucking dark hickeys into my skin, pounding into me so hard I cant walk properly in the morning. He loves nothing more then the long desperate scratch marks I leave down his back, then the sounds I make when I’m absolutely blissed out on his dick. He holds me afterwards, making sure I’m ok, kissing the tears off of my cheeks, grinning as he looks at me in his clothes, a mess in his sheets.
My fateful knight who does everything he possibly can to keep me safe. Yet he still sneaks into my room every night to look over me, to run his strong hands over the soft skin of my stomach that was exposed by the night shirt I wear that’s purposefully too big for me. He’s jealous of all the others for getting to use me in the way he wants to but he’s too nervous to ever tell me about it so instead he watches, he tries to work up the courage to do more, to wake me up and absolutely ruin me but he never can. Instead he stands there at night, cock in hand, fantasizing about me.
Ok hear me out cat boy dom.
Cat boy dom who’s cold and indifferent and uses me for his own personal pleasure without caring what I get out of it but he purrs when I give him head and scratches my head with his claws when I do something he really likes. A cat boy dom who’ll bite me when he’s using me and make sure I’m covered in marks so everyone knows I’m his. Cat boy dom who makes sure to lick me clean.
Anyways uh if any cat boys like bunny boys I’m right here
I wanna wear a cute skirt with nothing underneath and have someone come in me before we go out. I want him to laugh as I squirm around in my seat, trying to keep his cum from leaking out of me and failing, walking around with it dripping down my legs, I want to know everyone’s is seeing it, everyone knows that I’m a whore. I want him to fuck me in the bathroom so he can come back out and parade me around, all fucked out and stupid, hair a mess and face all red, even more cum trailing down my shaking legs. I want a brave stranger to ask him if he can fuck me. I want to be whored out to unknown men too lost in pleasure to be embarrassed or ashamed.
I really like the idea of being watched while I get myself off but not being able to acknowledge who’s watching me, having him praise me and give me instructions that I so badly want to follow but I’m not supposed to act like he’s there. I want to show him how much of a good boy I can be but if I do I’m being bad and it’s a horrible paradox. Bonus points for more then one person watching me and talking to me so I’m all needy and overwhelmed by it all.
Yes we all love the innocent sub being corrupted by kinky dom but innocent dom and kinky sub is heavily underrated. Getting him all flustered over simple little requests, watching the sweet way he worries about hurting me before he slowly learns he likes it too, that he likes the way I squirm when tied up and the face I make when he chokes me. Doms who are experienced are cool and all but watching a boy learn especially when he’s learning on me down right addicting
I wanna give a boy head while he explains something complicated to me, I want to hear him struggle and lose track of what he was talking about, I want him to explain all this shit he knows to me with his fingers gripping at my hair and his voice shaking and melting into those pretty breathy moans, shits so hot man like damn
Fandom blogs stop reblogging this especially with tags about characters who are minors you make me fucking uncomfortable
So, little tech related question, is there any way to like somehow hook up a vibrator to vibrate when someone gets a kill in a video game? Totally asking for a friend and not cause I think the idea of a cute gamer boy showing me how good he is at a game while also absolutely ruining me is really really hot
I want dumbification but like nice. Like, tell me how proud you are of me when I answer simple questions even when they’re wrong, remind me that I don’t have to think, that I’m your dumb bunny and I have one purpose and that’s to be your sex toy, tell me how much you love seeing just nothing behind my eyes or watching me think harder then I should when asked something, tell me that I’m a good boy, tell me I’m pretty when I’m not thinking
Dressed up for a game and waiting for master …
I’m a good boy for you
Make me your property
How about matching underwear?
Come own me
Daddy likes taking charge
thinking about beelzebub. he hasn’t ever cum properly, always getting to his peak and stopping. you, however, keep going. his stomach feels hot, breathing speeding up while you got him to the edge, a thick load of milky white cum spilling all over your hand.
hi guys i’m sorry i haven’t been as active, but i’m FINALLY OUT OF THE HOSPITAL!! this means i’m treating you guys with an extension of this little snippet i made. i hope you enjoy.
cw : beels been edging himself, crying, soft aftercare
under the cut
he thought he had reached the peak. his thighs trembled and his breaths quickened as your hand stroked up and down his leaking cock. he was cumming, fuck he was gonna cum and leak more than he had never leaked before… but you didn’t stop. “w-wait-..!” he croaked, his voice cracking as he grabbed on to your arm, stopping you from continuing. “what’s wrong, beel? shit- i didn’t hurt you did i?” you asked, kissing his forehead. “i-i came.. you can stop n..now..” he spoke after a few moments of silence, his hand lacing with your hand that you had placed on his thigh after he had told you to stop. you gave him a confused look.
“beel? you didn’t cum.” you stated, stroking the hair out of his face that stuck on his forehead from his sweat. “huh?” his brows furrowed, fuzzy indigo orbs looking into yours. “but i… i leaked wasnt that enough?” he questioned. you wanted to laugh, not at him but at the circumstance. “you didn’t cum, sweetheart. you’re still hard, love.” you placed your hand back on his dick, watching as he winced hips stuttering. he was going to let you guide him. you smeared the pre from his leaking tip to the base and back up again, thumb stroking over his slit and earning a groan from his throat. he covered his mouth with the back of his hand, his other hand clutching the sheets beneath him. you started picking up the pace, pumping his cock up and down and squeezing the base and up and down and squeezing the base…
“cumming-!” he said with a shaky voice and you shook your head, continuing with your strokes. fuck. what was that? he felt a warmth growing in his stomach, a heat growing inside of him. it felt euphoric. “hah.. hah-hah..! hngh..!” he gasped, hips bucking upwards involuntary, biting on the skin on the back of his hand. you felt him throb, placing your other hand on his balls to massage them gently. his chest heaved up and down as you continued. his other hand shot to the side and you looked up, watching as his hands clenched the sheets and his face turning into the pillow that sat next to his face. one final stroke and the heat evaporated and the knot snapped and he let out a guttural moan as he painted your fist white with his release. his breathing was erratic and he trembled in the aftershocks of his orgasm, chest raising slowly up and down.
you waited a few seconds before you removed your hand from the base of his still throbbing cock and wiped your hand off with the corner of your shirt, you could clean it later. you climbed onto the bed, placing a hand on the side of his face and carefully placed your other hand on the other side of his face, feeling wet tears on your fingers. “what’s wrong, baby?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. he stared up at you, leaning into the warmth of your hand and finally spoke. “it felt too good..” he whispered, barely audible. you smiled at him softly, kissing his lips wet with drool and pulled back, helping him sit up and rest his head on your shoulder.
“let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart.”
