Aww Does A Certain Someone Have A Praise Kink? So You Want To Be Told How Good You Are. How Pretty Your

"use your words baby" 😵‍💫😵‍💫

obsessed with the thought of being so good and so perfect for him that he can’t help but show me off to all of his friends

I want to do vile, disgusting, horrible things to a pretty girl and then hold her close to me so she knows I love her more than anything on Earth

Every sadist butch needs a pretty bunny femme to come home to, eager to be put in her place

Pulling your head back by the hair back and making you gag on my fingers while I fuck you from behind until your whole body shakes in overwhelming ecstacy. Such a good little thing, taking it for me like that. You look so fucking pretty when I use you, darling.

exploiting your praise kink to make you do grosser and grosser things for me.

don't you want to be a good girl?

shy but freeuse gf 🤝 depraved and perverted bf that cant take no for an answer and touches you in public spaces

Missionary is underrated. It's the best position for spitting in your mouth.

I WANT TO SIT!!!! ON A LAP!!!! AND BE PET!!!! AND PRAISED!!! AND GIVEN NICE THINGS!!!! LIKE ORGASMS!!!!! I WILL BE SILENCED NO LONGER!!!!

I can see it—the way your mind won’t stop, the way you’re unraveling, drowning in your own thoughts. You’re overthinking again, spiraling into a place I won’t let you stay. You don’t belong there, baby. You belong to me.

I grab your wrists, pinning them hard against the wall, my body pressing into yours, holding you still. My eyes lock onto yours, dark and unyielding. ‘Enough,’ I growl, my voice low, steady, undeniable. ‘You’re done thinking. That’s not your job right now.’

My hands trail down your arms, over your sides, deliberate and slow, forcing your focus onto every single touch. My lips find your neck, kissing, biting, marking you—not out of anger, but to remind you who’s in control. ‘Feel me, baby,’ I whisper, my breath hot against your ear. ‘Let me pull you out of that head of yours. Let me show you what you really need.’

I guide you, breaking you down piece by piece—every soft gasp, every shiver, every surrendering moment pulling you further from the chaos in your mind and deeper into me. You try to resist, but your body betrays you, arching into my hands, my voice commanding every inch of you.

‘There’s no room for overthinking here,’ I murmur, my grip tightening as I take you completely. ‘Just me, just this, just you falling apart exactly how I want.’ And as I push you past every barrier, breaking you down until there’s nothing left but raw, aching need, I smirk. ‘That’s it, baby. That’s what you needed. You’re mine now.’