nsfw blog

got tired of just liking textposts and remembering the names of a few key blogs so now i made this to keep track. trans guy. 20s. bi. im into some stuff like cnc and misgendering kink, but i do my best to tag that content with the appropriate tw, and it is all just in fantasy. 18+ only ofc

[homofauxbya]

Hi there :) I go by Jesse, pronouns he/him

Kinks: misgendering, bdsm stuff, spanking, cnc, ageplay (middle-play), somno, free use, corrective rape, ddlb/mdlb, medfet, some petplay

(I do my best to tag things like ageplay, cnc, misgendering, and trauma with a tw)

Limits: blood, scat, piss, raceplay, most political play, needles, snuff

I'm open to chatting about kinks and rp in DMs, but please don't start by sending nsfw pics. And pls check in briefly before you start out misgendering me.

[urbrotherlover]

He’s been an absolute terror lately. Slamming doors, screaming at his little brother, stealing his dad’s beer. And his dad tried to let him off with just that, it was teenage anger it was normal. But it wasn’t relenting. He was getting disrespectful and that’s one thing dad didn’t do, he refused to be disrespected in his own house.

“Fuck you! You’re never even home anyway you old fuck!” He’s spewing insults as he dad grabs his wrist and drags him toward the bed room.

“Daddy…?” The youngest is hugging his stuffie, looking on with big eyes.

“Go to bed, kiddo. Me and your brother just need to have a talk yeah?” Dad reassures, shoving his oldest into his room and knocking him down on the bed. He locks the door behind him, already undoing his belt. “Last chance to turn it around, kid.”

“Fuck you!”

Yeah. Dad knows what he needs. He’s been busy lately, leaving the oldest in charge. He’s been handling the little one, the house, the damn dogs. He needs that control taken from him, beaten out of him if it has to be. Dad climbs ontop of him, pinning him down easily and sighing when his son spits at him. He slaps hard across the face, open handed and fast.

His son glares up at him. And he does it again. Finally he stops squirming against him. Let’s dad pull his shirt off over his head. Lets him get his jeans down and his legs spread. When he finally gets his cock inside him his son is a completely different person, biting the pillow and shaking, small sobs wracking his body.

“Shh shh, I know Buck. Dads got you. Don’t worry, you don’t have to be in control anymore okay? Give it to Dad. I got you kid.”

[urbrotherlover]

Older brothers are often the second mothers of the family. Strict and stern, but still lenient in a way dad never is. They let you stay up late on weekends, or give you their dessert. But they’ll also sit on you and dangle their spit infront of your face when you get too annoying. When mom is tired and stressed and calls for the oldest.

“Get your brother please. I’m tired. I’m so tired.”

Moms are always tired. From tending to the house to tending to her husband. She nurses a cup of coffee and a migraine while her oldest drags the youngest away. Keeps him distracted with video games or a movie he usually wouldn’t be allowed to watch.

And Dad. He pats his oldest on the shoulder. Tell him not give their momma a hard time and to watch out for his little brother. But he’s also gotta watch out for dad. When he comes home drunk and can’t make it up the stairs, or when he breaks down and cries at one in the morning. It’s the big brother who takes his boots off, who helps him onto the couch and tucks him with a blanket. Makes sure he doesn’t stumble into his marital bed and wake up their mother.

The oldest carries all the responsibility. Keeping the house together. And the family. Filling in for every role possible. A mother. A father. A brother.

And sometimes. A wife. It’s the part the youngest doesn’t see. When Dad does manage to make it up the stairs, but not to his own room. Straight to his oldest, his first born. He doesn’t hear the creak of the bed or the way his father pants into his big brothers ear. How he complains about his day while he buries his cock inside him.

“Fuckin…bastards at work. Moved up my god damn deadline. Like I don’t have enough to worry about.”

Big brother doesn’t fight. He doesn’t shove his father away or threaten to tell. His only worry is keeping quiet, not letting his brother hear what’s happening. He placates his dad, keeps him in his bed and away from the others.

“You work hard dad. You’ll get it done. You always do.”

His father sighs, tangling his fingers in his hair. His perfect angel, always comforting him and telling him it’ll be okay. Most days he takes care of his father more than the other way around.

When he cums inside him he presses a kiss to his forehead, hugs him close even though they’re both sticky with sweat and more.

“You’re my good boy. So lucky to have you, bud.”

He stares into the darkness of his room. And thinks maybe he’ll make his brother pancakes for breakfast.

[thatonemouse]

"But I don't want to cum"

That's just too fucking bad, isn't it? ♥

I want you to cum. I want to force that orgasm onto you. I want you to feel it, and I want you to know that I made you feel that way. I might even want to make you do it over and over. Keep a little score to myself on how many times I can make someone cum before I'm spent.

You're not cumming for your pleasure, you're cumming for mine.

[neswpnw]

Tips on Fucking Doggy Style That Tops Often Don’t Tell Bottoms

Here are some tips on becoming a better bottom that the tops you have sex with may not tell you either out of a desire to not offend or because they get a thrill from telling others that we bottoms cannot handle their cock ;-)

SPREAD YOUR KNEES WIDE. The wider the bottom spreads his knees, the easier it will be while in doggy style. YES! If this is the first position he puts you in, use this trick to get used to his cock. 

ARCH YOUR BACK. This will not only look sexier to him, but also make deep penetration easier and less painful.

PUSH YOUR ASS OUT. This shows the top you crave his cock in your ass. Once he is in, you can push back to the rhythm of his thrusts.

PLACE YOUR CHEST SQUARELY ON THE BED. There is a reason a top pushes your head in the pillow or the sheets. This helps arch your back and push your ass out. It’s visually stimulating, because the focus is now completely on the ass you have presented to the top. The symbolic submission is also a big turn-on to a dominant top.

RELAX YOUR ANAL SPHINCTER. Having adopted the position described in steps 1-4, you should now focus your mind on relaxing your anal sphincter. It may help to remember how you take a dump, because the muscular relaxation is identical. Steps 1-5 should, with practice, enable very deep penetration with little or no pain.

ALLOW DEEP PENETRATION. Once you’ve mastered the previous steps, you may let him spread his own legs wider than yours so he can get more directly above you to pump his cock down and deep, with his balls bouncing off your ass.

REACH FOR HIS BALLS. Many tops find this very arousing, because you are fondling the sacks that produce their sperm, affirming their manhood.

COMMUNICATE. Tell him how much you enjoy having his cock in you. Let him know if you like his scent. Ask him to go slow if you feel pain.

Additional tips may be appropriate to partners who thrive on domination and submission. In all cases, these should be within reason. Both partners must be comfortable with this. Experiment to see what works best.

LET HIM SPANK YOU. A lot of dominant men get turned on by slapping the asses they are fucking, and seeing those asses turn a rosy color.

LET HIM GRAB YOUR HAIR. Another turn-on for many dominant tops.

LET HIM HOLD YOUR NIPPLES OR MAN BOOBS. As he pumps his cock up your ass.

LET HIM CALL YOU NAMES THAT TURN HIM ON IN THE HEAT OF THE FUCK. “Bitch,” “cocksucker,” “fag,” etc. But only when used in a non-derogatory way. This is about breaking taboos (which are charged with emotional intensity) and letting both of you get aroused by embracing your (contrasting) inner natures.

LET HIM CALL YOUR HOLE A “PUSSY” OR “CUNT.” That is, after all, its functional equivalent.

SHOW HIM RESPECT. Be polite. Call him Sir. Thank him after a good fuck.

[pr3ttypunisherrr]

"hi puppy." hand sliding into his boxers without warning. feeling him gasp against my mouth. feeling exactly what i expected to find. "oh. all of this just from kissing me?"

feeling him hide his face in my neck immediately.

"don't be embarrassed." fingers moving slow through how wet he is. feeling him shiver against me. "it's sweet. it really is." pulling my hand out. bringing my fingers up between us. looking at them. looking at him. "but i need to have a proper look."

the sound he makes.

"boxers off."

watching him reach down with slightly shaking hands and push them down. lying back. looking up at me with those eyes. that face. open and wanting and already so embarrassed about both.

taking my time looking at him. watching his thighs want to close and staying open because i haven't said he can close them.

"spread your legs for me."

he does. slowly. face heating up.

settling between them. running both hands up his inner thighs slow. feeling him tremble under my palms. pressing a kiss to his inner thigh. then the other one. feeling him inhale sharply at each one.

bringing two fingers to his clit. resting them there first. feeling him immediately try to grind against them.

"so swollen already." rubbing slow circles. watching his hips move with my fingers. "just from kissing. look at you." pressing a little harder. feeling him gasp. "so wet it's running down your thighs puppy. did you know that?"

"i." stopping. trying again. "i didn't mean to."

"you didn't mean to." repeating it gently. still rubbing. watching his hips chase my fingers in these helpless little circles. "your body just decided all on its own."

"yes." barely a word.

"that's so embarrassing." said so fondly. pressing another kiss to his inner thigh. "so embarrassing. you're dripping and we haven't even started."

feeling him whimper. hips grinding harder against my fingers.

bringing my fingers down slower. trailing through how wet he is. circling his hole without pressing in. feeling him there. feeling how ready he is. feeling him clench around nothing.

he half moan-whimpers at the contact. hips pressing down trying to take my fingers and finding nothing there.

"please." immediate. breathless.

"please what?" circling again. slower this time.

"please inside. please i need inside please."

"already?" pulling back slightly. watching his hips chase my hand desperately. "i'm still checking how wet you are."

"i'm so wet. i'm so wet please i need your fingers please mommy please."

"i can see that." pressing the tips of two fingers just barely against his hole. not pushing in. feeling him try to press down onto them. holding them perfectly still. "you're so fucking soaked. all from kissing me and having my hand in your boxers for thirty seconds."

"please." hips pressing down harder. trying so hard to take what i'm not giving yet. "please please i'm so worked up please i need to be filled please."

"you need to be filled?" looking up at him from between his thighs. watching his face. desperate and flushed and so shy. "just from me checking how wet you are. you're that worked up already?”

"i've been thinking about it all day." admitted in a rush. "i've been thinking about your hands all day please."

keeping my eyes on his face. pressing one finger in slow.

feeling him clench around it immediately. that tight desperate grip pulling me in.

"all day." pressing deeper. watching his mouth fall open completely. "and you didn't say anything."

"i didn't want to be too much."

adding a second finger. feeling him take it so easily. so readily. his body opening right up. curling them forward and watching his whole body arch off the bed.

"you're never too much." pressing a kiss to his inner thigh. starting to move my fingers slow and deep. feeling him immediately start grinding against my hand. "you can always tell me. every time." curling deeper. watching his eyes flutter. "especially when you're this wet just from kissing me. that's something i always want to know about."

"okay." barely coherent already. hips rolling steady against my fingers. hands fisting the sheets. "okay i'll tell you. please don't stop."

"i'm not stopping." pressing my mouth to his inner thigh. feeling him clench around my fingers. "we're just getting started."

working him slow and thorough. learning every place that makes him gasp. that makes his hips stutter. that makes his hands release the sheets to grab at my arms instead. adding a third finger when he's ready. feeling him take it with a sound that goes straight through me. curling all three forward and watching him completely lose whatever composure he had left.

"you feel so good." said into his thigh. "so wet and so tight and you take my fingers so perfectly. every single time."

"please." voice cracking. "please i need more. i need to be more full please i need your strap please mommy please i can't just with your fingers anymore."

"you can't?" not stopping. watching him shake his head frantically. feeling him clench desperately around my fingers. "you need something bigger?"

"please." eyes wet. hips rolling hard against my hand. "please yes please i need to be full please."

keeping my fingers moving for another two minutes just to hear him keep asking. feeling him get more and more desperate with every second i don't give him what he wants. watching him come completely undone just from my fingers and knowing i haven't even started yet.

then slowing. pulling out slow. watching him clench around nothing and whimper at the loss.

"stay right there." pressing a kiss to his inner thigh. getting up. taking my time getting the harness on while he watches from the bed with those glassy desperate eyes. not rushing. letting him lie there and want while i get ready.

getting everything settled. moving back over him. feeling his hands reach for me immediately. pulling at my hips.

"hands." said simply.

he lets go. grips the sheets instead. jaw tight with the effort of it.

pressing the tip against his hole and holding it there. feeling him try to press down onto it.

"still." hand firm on his hip. "let me give it to you."

pressing in slow. watching his face the entire time. the way his mouth drops open wider with every inch. the way his eyes flutter and then find mine like he needs something to hold onto. the way his whole body exhales as he takes all of it.

"there." bottoming out. staying completely still. letting him feel how full he is. watching him process it. "how does that feel..?"

"so full." barely a word. "so full, please fuck me…please i need more."

"i know you do." starting to move. slow deep rolls of my hips. deliberate. watching his face crack open with every thrust. "this is mine." pressing deeper. feeling him gasp. "this body is mine. you know that."

"yours." immediate. certain. "yours please."

"mine to take care of." moving deeper. watching his eyes roll back. "mine to fill up. mine to make feel good however i want and for as long as i want."

"yes." sobbed. meaning every word of it. "yes please don't stop please."

working him slow and deep and thoroughly. taking my time. watching everything. the flush spreading across his chest. the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes from how good it is and how long i'm making it last. the way his hands keep finding my arms and gripping. the way his hips roll up to meet every thrust even when i tell him to stay still.

"please faster." wrecked already. "please i need faster please mommy."

"i know what you need." not changing the pace. pressing a kiss to his jaw. his cheek. his temple. "and you're getting it. exactly like this. at my pace."

the frustrated sob that comes out of him. his hips trying to chase more and my hands holding them down.

"you're so needy." said so fondly. moving deeper just to watch him gasp. "you know that? lying here begging me to go faster when i know exactly what your body needs and i'm giving it to you already. so impatient."

"i just need—"

"i know what you need." pulling almost all the way out and pressing back in slow. watching his eyes go wide. "you need exactly this. exactly what i'm giving you. your body knows even if you don't."

feeling him start to shake. getting close. his sounds getting higher and more desperate. hands gripping my arms tight.

"please. please mommy please i'm so close please let me."

keeping the pace exactly where it is. watching him hover right on the edge. shaking and desperate and looking at me with those eyes.

"please." tears running properly now. "please i've been so good please."

"you have been." pressing my forehead to his. looking right at him. "so good. so perfect. you feel so good around me puppy." moving just slightly faster. watching him sob. "go ahead. cum for me. let me feel you."

the way he gets there. his whole body arching up into me. hands gripping my arms hard enough to leave something behind. clenching around me in waves while i work him through every single second of it. feeling everything.

not stopping when he finishes.

feeling him go immediately oversensitive. that sharp inhale. hands flying to my hips.

"too much. too much i just came i—"

"i know." not stopping. moving slow. working his cum back into him with every thrust. feeling him twitch and gasp and try to process the overstimulation. "i'm just keeping you full. keeping everything right where it belongs."

"mommy." voice completely gone. "mommy, what are you doing…?"

"keeping it inside." watching his face soften at my words. "i'm not done with you yet. and i want you to stay full while we switch."

the moan he lets out at that.

pulling out slow. watching him clench reflexively trying to keep everything in. pressing two fingers in immediately after. feeling him gasp.

"stay still." working my fingers slow. feeling him twitch and clench around them helplessly. "good boy. just stay full for me."

helping him up when he's ready. settling onto my back. pulling him over me. watching him look down at me with glassy eyes.

"ride me." said simply.

watching him process that. looking down at the strap. looking back at my face.

"go on." hand on his hip. not guiding yet. "show me how good you are."

him reaching down with shaking hands. lining himself up. pressing down slow. taking it back in while still full of his own cum.

"good boy." hands settling on his hips lightly. not controlling yet. letting him find his footing. "that's it. take your time."

him starting to move. slow rolls of his hips at first. finding the angle. finding what works. his hands pressed flat to my chest. head dropping forward. sounds falling out of him with every movement that he's not controlling or containing at all.

watching him. all of him. the flush across his chest deepening. the way his brows pull together when he finds the right spot. the way concentration gives way to pure feeling the longer he moves.

"look at me." waiting until his eyes find mine. "stay with me puppy. keep your eyes on me."

him holding my gaze while he moves. looking at me like i'm the only thing in the room.

feeling him start to speed up. chasing it. hips snapping down faster and faster and faster.

bringing my hand down sharp against his clit.

he whines at the slight sting against his clit.

"slow." said firmly. immediately bringing my fingers to where i just hit. rubbing slow deliberate circles. feeling him twitch violently. feeling him get wetter. "you're not finishing until i say so. slow down."

"but i'm so close mommy—"

"i know you are." still rubbing. watching his hips stutter trying to chase my hand and ride me at the same time. finding it impossible to manage both at once. "slow down anyway. make it last for me."

him whimpering. forcing his hips back to slow. deep rolls instead of the frantic pace he wanted. shaking with the effort of holding back.

"good boy." moving my hand back to his hip. "just like that. nice and slow. i want you to feel every single second of this."

working him like that for a long time. keeping the pace slow. bringing my hand down against his clit every time he speeds up without permission. rubbing slow circles after every single time. watching him get more desperate with every cycle. more overwhelmed. more wrecked. tears running freely now. hips trying to be good and failing incrementally.

"please." sobbing properly. "please please i've been so good please i can't. i can't hold it anymore please."

"you've been so good." pulling him down to me. pressing my lips to his forehead. his wet cheek. the corner of his mouth. "so good puppy. you feel so good on me. you have absolutely no idea how good you feel."

"please mommy please."

"how many times did i make you cum tonight." murmured against his skin.

"once." desperate. "just once please please."

"and you want more."

"please i need it please i'll be so good please."

"you're already so good." bringing my hand to his clit. not slapping this time. rubbing slow circles while he rides me. feeling him immediately lose whatever rhythm he had left. "so needy. so desperate to cum on my strap again. so embarrassing."

"i can’t help it." he says honest. "i can’t help it. i just need more, please..”

"i know." rubbing slower. watching his face fall completely apart. "i know you do. that's why i'm going to give it to you." pressing harder. feeling him shake against me. "cum for me right now. let me feel you."

and he does. so much harder this time. his whole body shaking apart on top of me. face dropping to my neck. sounds completely muffled against my skin and still so loud. clenching around me over and over in waves while i keep my hand on his clit working him through every last second of it. feeling him shake and sob and grip my shirt with both hands and ride it out until he has absolutely nothing left.

staying inside him after.

not moving him. letting him stay exactly where he is. both arms wrapping all the way around him. his weight on my chest. pressing my lips to his hair again and again.

"good boy." into his hair. rubbing his back slow. "such a good boy. you did so well for me tonight."

a small broken sound against my neck.

"was i good…?" barely audible. face still pressed into me. still catching his breath. "was i really good mommy?”

pressing a long kiss to the top of his head. pulling him tighter.

"you were perfect." said with praise. "you were absolutely perfect. i've got you. just breathe."

feeling him compeltely relax against me at that.

[bemixt]

Shh, go back to sleep, sweetie. Daddy just want to cuddle a bit. Just - roll over on your tummy. Here you go, bud. I'll just lay on top of you - like a blanket.

That's nice, isn't it? You can go back to sleep now.

Shh, I know, baby, I know - it'll be quick, okay? You have to be brave for me. You can do that, right? Be brave for your Daddy?

That's my sweet boy. Now close your eyes. Just relax. That's it - fuck. No, no squirming. You know what happens when you struggle, so don't make me hurt you, okay baby? It's just the tip, I know you can take it, it's just the - ah, fuck, that's it, that's what Daddy needs.

Shh, shh, hey, no crying, bud. You stay quiet. I'm being gentle, it shouldn't - shouldn't hurt that much - oh fuck, you're so tight.

Okay. Daddy's all in now, you can relax. No, it's not over yet. It'll be over when I say so. Don't - baby, we talked about this. We did everything you wanted today, right? Well, now it's Daddy's turn to do what he wants. You understand?

Good boy. I'll be quick, okay, I promise, it'll be over soon. Just stay still and - try to go back to sleep, alright? It's always easier when you're sleeping, you know that.

Daddy's gonna start pumping now, sweetie. So no squirming, no crying, and no asking me if it's over yet. Nod if you understand. Good, good.

Such a - hm - good boy for Daddy, that's it, you're doing great buddy, you're - hm - making Daddy feel so good. And you love Daddy right? You want Daddy to be happy, I know you do. I know you - fuck - need it too.

Shh, shh, it's okay, we're almost done - keep taking it. Keep - oh fuck baby, yeah, clench on me, it feels good right? It feels good because we love each other, we - ah fuck, I'm so close - it's all love, right? It's all - I love you so fucking much, baby, my perfect baby boy, with your perfect - ah - little hole - that's it, take that load sweetie, take it, take it -

[buried-under-the-blankets]

Dada picking kiddo up and carrying him all over the house, trying to make em settled down. Kiddo just kicking his legs and playing with dada’s shirt, eyes wide open, clearly not ready for bedtime. Dada taking kiddo to his room and setting them on the bed.

“You’re not going to sleep any time soon, are you baby? Nuh uh? I didn’t think so, hmmm how about we play a game? What game? Oh I’ll show you, sweet boy, come sit on dada’s lap. There you go, lay back on my chest. Now just let me…”

Dada’s had wandering below the kiddo’s undies, rubbing on his tiny bits. Holding his baby’s hips down when he starts to squirm. Wiggling fingers around his dickie/clitty, rolling it between two fingers cause it makes his bit let out such pretty noises.

Dangling his kiddo’s legs over his thighs and spreading his legs so they both go wide open. Kiddo’s hips bucking forward, not understanding what he’s feeling but wanting more. Dada taking off his kid’s undies, his fingers a bit wet from rubbing up and down. Watching how needy his sweet boy is when he starts moving again, fingers grazing across his little dick/clit.

“Ohhh you feeling that baby? It feels funny? Yeah I guess it does, but that’s a good thing, hun. Means you’re nice and healthy little boy. Baby’s like you are supposed to feel nice from their dada’s.

Hmm? What’s that, you want me to go faster? Of course, since you asked so nicely. There you gooo, that better? Yeahh? Aww you look and sound so sweet baby, you’re such a good boy.

You feel like you’re gonna pee? No no, it’s not pee, it’s like a, umm, a firework in your belly. See, feel it when dada presses on your tummy? Uh huh, that’s a good little boy, just keep on feeling it baby. You’re getting so closeee, just a bit longer…ohhohohhh! There you areee! Dada’s just gonna keep rubbing your button while you get that biggg feeling out

Such a pretty baby, and those lovely little noises, mm mm mmm! You all done, babes? Okay, lay back on dada, it’s time to go to sleep now. Oh I know, that made you alll sleepy. Hmm, dada’s thing? Oh in my pants, well we can explore that tomorrow, huh? I pinky promise it’ll still be hard in the morning, I’m cuddled up with you all night after all. Now go to sleep baby boy, dada loves you <3”

[corwin77]

You're a trans boy, but your family rejects you, the only one who accepts you is your your divorced dad, so you move in with him. You’ve been living with your dad for a few weeks now. It’s been a relief, after everything with your mom and your sister. He’s the only one who ever used your chosen name, who called you his son. You finally feel like you can breathe.

Tonight, you’re already in bed, half-asleep, when the door creaks open. The hall light silhouettes him in the doorway. “Hey, kiddo,” he says softly, his voice a little thick. “Can’t sleep. Mind if I sit for a bit?” You mumble a sleepy sure, shifting over. He doesn’t just sit, though. He settles on the edge of the mattress, the weight of him dipping it. You can smell a faint hint of whiskey on his breath. His hand comes to rest on your shoulder, over the blanket.

“I’m so proud of you, you know,” he says, his thumb rubbing slow circles. “My brave boy.” His hand slides down, over your arm. It feels… heavy. Too intimate. It doesn’t stop at your elbow. His palm slides over your hip, and his fingers curl, pressing into the flesh there. Your breath hitches.

“Dad?” you whisper, confusion and a cold dread starting to pool in your stomach. “Shh,” he murmurs, his other hand coming up to brush your hair from your forehead.

His gaze is dark, intense, in the low light. “It’s okay. Daddy’s here. Daddy understands you better than anyone.” His hand on your hip slips under the hem of your t-shirt, his skin hot against yours. “I know what my boy needs.”

His hand moves with a terrible certainty, slipping under your shirt to cup your bare breast. You gasp, a jolt of something sharp and wrong shooting through you. “Dad, stop,” you choke out, your voice small and trembling. You try to push his hand away, but your own arms feel weak, leaden. He ignores your feeble protest, his thumb finding your nipple and rubbing it slowly, deliberately, until it hardens into a tight peak against his palm. You want to scream, to shove him off the bed, but a traitorous heat is pooling low in your belly. Your body is betraying you, responding to the rough familiarity of his touch even as your mind screams that this is your father.

He pulls the blanket down further, exposing more of you to the cool air and his hungry gaze. His other hand joins the first, groping and kneading your other breast, his breath coming heavier. “See?” he murmurs, his voice husky. “Your body knows. It knows who takes care of it. Who really loves you.”

A soft, pathetic whimper escapes you as arousal floods your veins, making your skin hypersensitive and your pussy clench with empty need. You hate it, you hate how wet you’re getting, but you can’t make yourself move away.

He keeps touching you, his hands rough and claiming on your breasts. You squirm, trying to pull away, but the blankets are tangled around your legs. You whisper “no” again, but it comes out as a weak, shaky breath. His fingers pinch and roll your nipples, sending sharp sparks of sensation straight to your core. You can feel yourself getting wet, a hot, shameful slickness between your thighs that you can’t control. Your breathing gets faster, each gasp hitching in your chest as he leans closer, his whiskey-scented breath hot on your neck. You know this is wrong, so wrong, but your body arches into his touch anyway, a soft moan escaping your lips before you can choke it back.

His hand slides down your stomach, dipping past the waistband of your sleep pants. His fingers find the damp fabric of your underwear, and a low, knowing chuckle rumbles in his chest. “See?” he whispers, his voice thick with triumph. “I knew you liked it. My good boy.” You whimper, trying to squeeze your thighs together, but his other hand is already on your knee, pushing your legs apart with an easy, terrifying strength. He hooks his fingers into your pants and underwear, pulling them down your hips in one rough motion. The cool air hits your wet, exposed pussy, making you shiver.

“So wet for me already,” he murmurs, his gaze fixed between your legs. He doesn’t wait. Two of his thick fingers slide through your slick folds, pressing against your entrance. You cry out, a broken sound, as he pushes them inside you in one slow, relentless stroke. Your body clenches around the intrusion, hot and tight, and he lets out a satisfied groan.

“There you go. Taking Daddy’s fingers so well.” He starts to move them, curling and scissoring inside you, the wet sounds obscenely loud in the quiet room.

He keeps fingering you, his thrusts deep and deliberate, stretching you open. Your hips jerk helplessly, your body responding to the rhythm he sets even as tears sting your eyes. He leans down, his mouth close to your ear. “You feel that? That’s how much you want this. How much you need your dad.” He adds a third finger, and the burn makes you gasp, your back arching off the bed. You’re so full, so shamefully wet, and every drag of his fingers sends another wave of unwanted pleasure crashing through you. You can hear the slick, filthy sounds of his hand working your pussy, and you know he’s watching your face, watching you come apart.

The orgasm crashes over you, a violent, shuddering wave that tightens your entire body around his thrusting fingers. You cry out, a ragged, sobbing sound, as you come helplessly on his hand. He groans, watching your face contort with pleasure, his fingers working you through the last pulses.

Before you can even catch your breath, he leans down, his mouth closing hot and wet over your nipple, sucking hard. At the same time, you feel the thick, blunt head of his cock press against your slick, used entrance. You’re still pulsing and open from your orgasm, impossibly sensitive. He pushes forward, just an inch, and you feel yourself stretching around him, a broken whimper escaping your lips.

He pushes into you slowly, the thick length of him stretching you wider than his fingers ever could. You feel every inch as he sinks deeper, a low groan rumbling from his chest. Your body is still trembling from your climax, oversensitive and tight, and the slow, relentless invasion makes you gasp. He bottoms out, his hips flush against yours, and stays there for a moment, buried to the hilt inside you. Then he begins to move. Long, deep strokes that drag his cock almost all the way out before plunging back in. The wet, slapping sound of skin on skin fills the room, mixed with your ragged breathing and his rough grunts. He keeps his mouth on your breast, sucking and biting at your nipple, sending sharp jolts of sensation straight to your core with every thrust. His hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he fucks into you with a steady, possessive rhythm. You can feel him everywhere—the heat of his body, the scratch of his stubble, the overwhelming fullness as he claims you. Tears leak from the corners of your eyes, but your hips lift to meet his, your body betraying you completely, welcoming each deep stroke.

The pleasure builds again, a tight, coiling pressure deep in your belly that you can’t fight. His cock drags against that sensitive spot inside you with every deep thrust, and your breath comes in sharp, ragged gasps. Your legs wrap around his waist on their own, pulling him deeper, and you feel the moment you start to unravel. A high, broken cry is torn from your throat as you come, your pussy clenching and fluttering around his length in hard, rhythmic pulses.

You shake beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity. He groans, a rough, animal sound, and his thrusts become erratic, losing their rhythm. He buries himself to the hilt and holds there, his body shuddering against yours. You feel the hot, pulsing release as he cums deep inside you, his seed flooding your tight channel in thick, wet spurts. He grunts with each pulse, pressing his forehead against your shoulder, his hips grinding against yours as he empties himself completely. You can feel the warmth spreading inside you, filling you up, a claiming, possessive heat that leaves you breathless and trembling. He stays like that for a long moment, still inside you, both of you slick with sweat and utterly spent.

He holds you close afterward, his body heavy and warm on top of you. His hand strokes up and down your back in a slow, gentle caress, his touch so at odds with what just happened.

“My good boy,” he murmurs into your hair, his voice low and satisfied. “You did so well for me.” You’re trembling, overwhelmed and confused, but his praise wraps around you like a blanket. Even as you try to process it, your body betrays you again.

You feel his softening cock still buried inside you, and you can’t help the instinctive, tight squeeze of your pussy around him. It’s a helpless, pulsing clench, milking the last of his seed from him. He lets out a soft, pleased groan at the sensation, nuzzling against your neck.

“See?” he whispers, his lips brushing your skin. “You can’t even help it. You were made for this, for me.” He stays inside you, holding you there as if he never wants to let go, his gentle petting never stopping.

[h3ntaiho]

If you’re gonna rape me, don’t rely on weed, alcohol or roofies to do the work for you. Those things have a time and place, but don’t you want me to have enough strength to feel my body wriggle and writhe beneath you when I try to get free? Don’t you want me to be conscious enough to beg you to stop, to hear me cry and scream because why is this happening to me? Don’t you want to feel how tight my pussy squeezes your rapist cock because if I could just squeeze tight enough maybe you won’t be able to fit?

[fatherlybondingexperience]

helping dad quit smoking by letting him suck on your t dick every time he feels like he needs to put his mouth on a cigarette. let him suck on a different fag <3

[big-mean-trans-dyke]

I'm always so torn when I see a cuntgirl trying to squirm and crawl away from the girlcock pushing into or pounding her asshole. On the one hand you hate to see that kind of overtly transphobic behaviour, but on the other it is really cute. Like where are you going baby? You think moving six inches forward will save you?

[pinkberry999]

Eating a girls pussy in her sleep, sucking on her hard throbbing clit and shoving my tongue into her cunt until she's drooling. Her thighs completely soaked from cumming over and over again without even knowing. Her pussy would be swollen from me sucking her juicy little cunt every night, conditioning her to be a horny little fleshlight. Shoving my tongue inside her until she's grinding into my mouth, slick leaking from her little fuck hole. Training her slutty pussy to squirt and leak whenever she falls asleep, and she wakes up desperate, her swollen clit aching wondering when she became such a whore.

[somekindofstray44]

testosterone is fucking awesome. wdym im hard AND wet rn. i can hump things like a mutt til my cunt gets wet n then use that as lube to jerk off my dick ??? transsexuals are angels.

[hunysckle]

someone should forcibly eat me out and laugh every time my hips buck when their tongue laps against my clit because why am i writhing and moaning after fighting back so hard? huh? did i secretly want it? or do i finally understand that they know what's best for me?

[candied-pxssy]

there's something very hot about being raped in the backseat of a car.

it's an inherently claustrophobic environment and that makes it so much easier for someone to box you in and force their dick between your thighs.

it's not comfortable for either of you— but they wanna rape you so badly that they're not concerned with their own comfort, and your discomfort is just a bonus for them.

you think about how easy it would be to get help if you could just reach the door handle, but they have your arms restrained and bent at weird angles and it hurts.

and then when you finally struggle enough to wretch your hand away and pull on the handle, you realize they turned the child safety locks on. then you realize the windows are tinted much, much darker than they should be.

you're not even sure there's anyone around to hear you scream.

there's no way you're getting out of this.

[candied-pxssy]

#THE WAY I WAS LITERALLY JUST THINKING ABOUT THIS#the extreme proximity... everything else outside falling away until all that exists in the whole world is them on top of you#the windows fogging up from both of you breathing hard#the way every sound either of you make is amplified by the tiny space so all you can hear are the sounds of them having their way with you-#the disgusting little sounds your bodies make while theyre pounding into you+panting and groaning and whispering filthy things in your ear#your own pitiful keening whimpers reflected back to you magnifying your despair-#Im gonn a black out wow (via @perfect-for-a-sonequinha)

[meangirlnurse]

i have yet to see tumblr's mature content filter actually flag any mature content on my dash. it's basically always shit like this

[meangirlnurse]

i have to admit, it does make me contemplate the latent eroticism of art pieces that i would not have considered erotic without the label