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hai x3 i'm filly but you can call me whatever you want!! i'm 21, afab nb (boygirl fagdyke bear trade), i've been on t for 10 months now and have had top surgery (3 yrs post-op) chub, 5'3, short brunette hair and bearded, hairy boyo :^ bratty gaymer pup/nintendog (i have a hood and some gear!1!!)
pronouns: they/them (he/she in the right context and if you can pull it off ;3)
other stuff you can call me: fill, mike, mig, prince, pup, puppy, princess, good boy, good girl, fag, whore, fleshlight, cock sleeve, fag, junkie, dude, bro, sport, mutt, kid/kiddo
dms and asks are a-ok!
GMT +0
no age in bio = block
poly/homoflex
i don't have a dni , will simply block
will show face after talking a bit if you ask
⛧ˑ｡୧ hobbies (besides gooning):
writing, gaming (mobile/switch/pc), listening to music, chatting, watching streams/youtube/netflix), gym and 420
oh, let me tell you, large tboys with a bit of a belly are such a treat to me, send all of them my way. there's something so irresistible about that soft, doughy belly, all warm and inviting, just begging to be touched and squeezed. mmm, i miss my hands roaming over that sort of delicious landscape, tracing the lines and curves, feeling every inch of that beautiful body.
but it's not just the tummy that gets me going. no, no, no. i love a tboy with some meat on his bones, from the thick thighs to the broad chest and the strong arms. and when he's hairy? oh, fuck yes. i could spend hours just worshipping every inch, feeling the contrast between the soft skin and the fur that covers it. so yes, bigger tdudes? they make me want to do all sorts of filthy, wonderful things.
there’s this desperate, wiry puppyboy, pantin’ and needy, dragged along to the corner of a reeking alley by a tight leash in their ftm owner's hand. puppy’s got a choked-up collar, every passerby staring as the owner yanks the leash, snarlin’, “sit pretty, pup, you’re my little bitch today,” making puppy whine and yip like a starved mutt, their cunts already dripping. soon some random couple of strangers stalks closer, eyeing puppy like a damn buffet, “lemme use your pup’s holes, man, we’ll fill ‘em good,” and owner laughs low, tossing the leash over with as he shoves puppy down in the alley’s filth, growling, “suck my dick, you mutt, get that mouth workin’,” forcing the puppy's face between his legs, their tongue slobbin’ over his hard tdick, puppy moanin’ into it, their pussy throbs, soaked and exposed.
and the guys don't wait, one dude spitting on his cock before slamming into puppy’s slick boypussy, while another lines up, taking the second hole raw as the owner grips puppy’s hair, forcing their face deeper, the alley echoing with wet slaps and choked moans, puppy’s holes getting wrecked, stretched and creamed as owner's cock twitches and he cums in puppy’s mouth too, hissing, “swallow it, you dumb dog,” he grunts, shoving the puppy's muzzle even deeper into his bush, and puppy’s shaking, squirting hard, holes stuffed full of strangers cum.
I’m gonna get a toy maybe 8-10 inches, just big enough so I can bruise my cervix real good and shove it all the way in my puppycunt, then im gonna lay down and put a bullet vibe on my tdick and hold my hands behind my back. I’ll just drool and hump into my mattress until I can’t take it anymore and just come, over and over.
Maybe someone will tie my hands behind my back with some rope or handcuffs, and leave me there, all I can do is slobber and whine from the overstimulation, my my hole leaking and my cock rubbed raw, but I can’t get out I just have to stay a little pathetic stupid puppy until a daddy comes to release me ><
I’ve been thinking about this all day, i need to go shopping NOW
hey, puppy, you’re sittin’ there on the bed, leash tied tight to the headboard, and your owner’s got you right where he wants you. he’s straddling your lap, his hands gripping your shoulders, and he’s making out with you hard—tongue pushing into your mouth, teeth biting at your lip, makin’ you whine and squirm under him, panting from how desperate you are to hump him. “c’mon, where’s my good boy?” he growls against your ear, grindin’ his clothed hips down just enough to make you ache. “i need my good boy inside me so bad, pup. don’t you wanna make me feel good?”
you’re losing it, tugging at the leash, body trembling with how bad you need him. but he’s still fully dressed, smirking as he keeps pushing you to the edge, not giving you what you want. “not yet,” he whispers, bitin' at your neck, making you whimper. “gotta earn it, don’t ya?” finally, somethin’ snaps. you yank hard, the leash giving way, and before he can tease again, you’ve got him pinned under you. he gasps, eyes wide, smirk quickly wiped out of his face as you tear at his clothes, mounting him with every bit of pent-up need.
Owner commanding its puppy to change positions over and over again without ever fucking is as a test of its obedience. Puppy whining louder each time it changes again, wiggling its hips and pressing its ass back towards its owner with need.
Yeah…until they can’t get enough of your pleasure. When your thighs are shaking and you’re so sure you can’t possibly cum again but they’re above you cooing just one more. They said that last time didn’t they? It’s hard to remember, your brain is so far gone. Maybe you imagined it. And even when you thought you couldn’t, you’re cumming again. And you just look so fucking good when you cum.
Just one more baby okay? Just one more, you can do one more for me.
when your owner looks at you and goes like "who's a stupid little mutt? gasp! it's youuuu, yes, such a dumb little dog." thwack. and the rolled up newspaper hits your puppy parts hard, you're all exposed with that swollen tdick out, begging to be touched, and your needy hole already twitching, slick beading at the edges. then tail of course your tail starts wagging like the dumb dog you are, waiting for what's coming—crack—you jolt hard, gushing wetness from your spasming cunt, muscles fluttering wildly in empty need—whap—another sharp smack, sending shockwaves that make you buck, boypussy squirting more slick, quivering from head to tail. and then when he goes "oh, my silly, brainless boy, look how red and swollen you're getting. who's my sloppy mutt? you are! humping the air like an idiot already. such a dumb little doggy..." you realize you're in a real life dream sequence and god hates you. smh.
two puppyboys are a fuckin’ wreck on the grimy red rug in the sweaty indoor playroom, their bare skin soaked and sticky under the hazy light. the owner, an ftm man in his late 30s, slouches on a chaise with a glass of booze, his icy glare ripping through them. “one of you snags that gold collar. fuck for it. show me who’s the fuckin’ boss,” he snarls—referring to the collar with the word "alpha" ingraved on it, tight around the bigger pup's neck—voice rough as broken glass. the first pup, scrawny and savage, glares at the thicker second pup, spitting, “collar’s mine, bitch, and i’m gonna grind your ass into dust.” the second growls back, “shut your fuckin’ trap, i’m gonna make you weep on my cock.” they crash together, hands shredding briefs, ripping ‘em off fast, pussies already drenched and throbbing as they shove hard against each other.
they’re fuckin’ pathetic, whimpering and panting like broken little whores, grinding their cunts together with sloppy, desperate thrusts on the rug. the first pup whines, high and shaky, “fuck… so wet… gonna… gonna make you—fuckin’ cum, slut,” his voice cracking into incoherent mumbles, “ahh, nngh, f-fuck, can’t… so goo—,” as he jerks his hips, clit rubbing raw against the second’s, slick sloshing in a nasty, wet mess. the second pants hard, half-sobbing, “oh fuck, stop—n-no, don’t… gonna—gah, fuckin’ break, ahh… mmmf, sh-shit,” his words stumbling into mindless moans, grinding back rough, their pussies slapping loud and drenched, assholes kissing, juices leaking down their quivering thighs. the owner leans in, smirking cruel, barking, “keep fuckin’ at it, you useless cunts. rub those holes ‘til they’re raw. gold ain’t for no whimpering bitches.” they gasp and moan louder, bodies shaking, humping faster, spewing garbled shit like “nngh, f-fuck, ahh, g-gonna—,” and “ohh, sh-shit, c-can’t, fuuuck,” whining like fucked-out toys, sweat and slick coating everything, fighting to outlast each other under his brutal fuckin’ stare.
It has the opposite of a praise kink. It seems to have an everything-else kink. I can cut it, beat it, assault it, grope it, mock it, and tease it. I can make it beg for its life and make it beg me to kill it in the same breath. It likes to be cuffed, bound, collared, chained, harnessed, muzzled, and gagged. It does not like to be praised. If I am too genuine, too sweet, too loving, it will safeword. It’s really not made to take anything but abuse.
ok but i love all of you horny gross blogs. yes, pls pplsss beg me to not shower and then let me know how you wanna sniff and lick my sweaty armpits and hairy chest, marking me down and finally licking my musky bush and dick clean while i squirm under you and get all worked up let's see who's more pathetic
ftm owner who forces his puppy boy into a collar with a tag engraved with their real name during training sessions, where he uses a short leash to control the puppy, purposefully giving it instructions they struggle to follow and yanking hard on any fuck-up with a rough tug and a barked order to heel, dragging the pup right to his bone and forcing them to suck it deep despite all the puppy's protests until it can't do anything other than moan and drool around the gag, till pup's a mess, face full of tears and spit running down its neck, and once owner cums down their throat, it's back to crawling around by the neck and repeat </3
