femme4masc:

Doms. Masc tops. Boys. They’re so precious.

We love them because they’re big and imposing, if not physically, then in terms of their sheer confidence and power. An entire being made up of sheer dominance.

We forget sometimes, though, that every strong, assertive Masc top was once a little boy, and that little boy still lives deep down inside them. I’d go as far as to say they’re part little boy, part puppy: there’s no denying how excitable and impressionable both those beings can be.

So is it really a surprise that nowadays he, your fully-grown Masc Man, literally starts panting when you strip down to his favorite sexy underwear? That his eyes glaze over and a devilish smirk appears in his face each night when he realizes you’re like a new toy he gets to play with? Or that, when you give it to him, he laps at your boipussy like he were an actual puppy and you’d coated it with peanut butter?

*sigh* Even if they forget our favorite flowers, or what toppings to put on our half of the pizza or our dads’ birthdays. Even if they’re bad boys, they always deserve it, just by virtue of how f*cking adorable they are.

Oh, those Tops. What are we going to do about them?

You make those Tops wash your favorite sexy underwear by hand. He wants you wear them because it makes him hungry, but they’re delicate and the industrial washers at the laundromats destroy them. Those hands could be used for chopping wood, grilling steaks, or building furniture, but instead make him use them to scrub lacy and skimpy underthings in the sink. He’s responsible for the dried pre-cum in them anyway. He’ll protest at first, but the pride on his face as he shows you them drying on the line will be adorable.