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what an obedient boy
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Taking a t-guy’s first time but it’s almost too much for him. I need to make sure it’s good for him, so I keep asking questions, even though he’s too fucked out and feels too good to be able to reply.
Asking him, “How’s this?” Every inch I sink into his tight hole. I made sure to stretch him, but there’s not much you can do when it’s his first time. He whines and squirms in pleasure, and I don’t even punish him for not replying with his words.
“Does this feel good?” I ask when I finally bottom out. He nods furiously and mumbles something I can’t catch.
“I’m so big inside you, aren’t I?” I gently grab his thigh, pushing it up, making me sink into him some more. He cries out and moans, nails digging into my skin. “Does this feel good?” I start moving, looking at his face and smiling when he’s so embarrassed he can’t even look at me.
“I bet you can feel it in your cervix, can you?” I try to aim for that spot inside of him. We’re so close that his cock rubs against my lower stomach. I point at the small bulge that keeps appearing every time I thrust into him. “Here, can you feel it? Does it feel good? You can’t even talk- is that how good it feels?”
I don’t even realize he’s crying until he lets out a sob, and I gently coo at him.
“Oh baby, shh,” I lean towards him, sinking deeper into him without my intention. He arches his back into it, and I gently grab his face, trying to wipe away the tears, kissing them away. “It’s okay puppy, feels so good, huh? Look at you.”
I gently put my hand around his throat, hand brushing through his hair before pulling to get his attention. His pathetic, beautiful teary eyes looking up at me.
“I’m gonna make you cum so good you never want another cock”
puppy can't control itself
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hi i'm cass, i used to be @dyke-moding
i like to beat my partner @battered-boywife up and post stuff like this
and this
and this
if we were moots before / you enjoy my handiwork you should follow. have some fun stuff coming
ok thx bye
new blog, same shit
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sex is when you push on their bladder until they wet themselves
"it's okay you can pee on dad" except you don't want to, you want to go potty where you're supposed to, everyone at school knows how, just let me go potty dad please but he has his arms around you and you beat your hands against them and kick and cry and still he has you. your legs twist one way and another to hold it back, you're begging for him to let go, shh shh you can go right here, it's okay, it's okay, he's pressing on your tummy and his fingers tickle at your sides and it's all too much, it's just too much. you feel a stream of heat soaking your underwear, your shorts, you give up and go limp against his arms, and he's whispering good girl, good girl, his lap hot and wet with you.
Protip:
Collar on backwards, so the ring is facing behind. Cuffs on, then secure them to the ring by putting the hands up over the head. Puts the whole body on display, and they have no way of covering themselves up. Very pretty, very easy to punch
Rubbing your face in the mess you made to teach you a lesson when I told you not to finish, even though I was clearly touching you and teasing you and trying to make you finish anyway
And you still feel guilty for finishing without permission and cry and whimper "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry" the whole time anyway
it doesn’t matter how big i claim to be. you need to treat me like im tiny anyway. do you understand? shove your fingers in my mouth. brush my hair for me. call me a “silly baby” and force me to finally give up on my grown-up time until you decide to let me have it again .
in love with soft dad doms who are absolutely in love with their kids but im currently obsessing over mean dad doms who just rape their kids because thats what they were made for
being a brat does sound sooo fun but unfortunately i was cursed with Good Puppy syndrome and i have to do whatever you say
anyway, age play is good and will get you into heaven
dad coming home drunk, staggering over to the couch while you're watching TV, suddenly wide-eyed. sitting next to you wafting the aroma of beer, glancing at you, tense, desirous, filled to the brim with... something. telling you he loves you, you know that, you know that right? his stomach presses into you from the side, his hand reaches around for your waist and then lower, the soft spot on your thigh. you know he loves you, right? and you love him back? tell him he's everything to you. the fingers dig into your flesh, now his lips are at your ear, nibbling at the lobe, breathing on your neck. tell him you think the world of him. tell him you don't have eyes for anyone else. his kisses travel along your collarbone, his stubble tickles your chest, warm, and something hitches in your throat. his nails scratch inward at the thin fabric covering you. they find a wet spot.
ohhh you don't want to regress? okay yeah i get it. *cuts your fruit up into little pieces* *holds your hand to bring you places* *only uses the sweet condescending voice on you* yeah i get it *orders for you* *buys you new plushies*
"this is going to hurt a lot, so just make your peace with that and try to relax"
"Sit. Stay. Down. That's right, good pup. Now, play dead." You laugh and lay back with your eyes closed. Thinking it's a joke. The way you sprawl out under me makes my cock twitch.
There's a long pause, longer than any other. It's an off key, absent kind of sound.
Lifting your head up a bit, only to be pressed back down firmly into position. "Down. Stay-" You try to peek an eye open but my hand doesn't alleviate from your face. "I said: Stay."
You keep your eyes shut, confusion trickling like cold water down your spine. My breathing turns heavier as I run my hands down your body, "that's it. Good. Stay just like that- you're doing so good."
You freeze. Not moving a muscle as I pry your limp legs apart. Looking up from your pretty little cunt to your slack face, eerily still–you almost look like you're sleeping. Almost– and back down.
I'm bottoming out inside you before I can process the vapid desperate motion. Barely enough thought to pull your panties around your ankles. Holding you down by your head as I growl and quiet you. "shhh, that's right. Don't make a sound. Play dead. playdeadplaydeadplaydead, pup. Fuck- dead things don't whimper. They don't react, shush now."
While I violate you, I feel the dead weight of forcibly relaxed muscles clench and grip my thick cock. The tension and discomfort in you palpable. But your little head is spinning, it feels so good. You have to be a good doggy while you lie there and just take it. Doing exactly as youre told. Each thrust jostling you, and you can't even scream. You can't move. You're dead. You're dead and I'm using your holes to jerk off.
A sick twisting in your guts tells you that you're going to cum from being used like snuffbait.
I tell you that too.
Right before I fill you up and clamp a hand over your mouth so you can't breathe and ruin the immersion of the moment for me. I want you to play dead a little longer.